As I've quietly worried over the reasons behind Logan's sudden issues with incontinence (which, by the by, appear to be improving since he re-started the higher dose of decadron), I've also tried to hold onto faith. Belief. Hope. Trust. As I again mulled the situation this morning, my mind and soul on the brink of yet another gut-busting worry session, two important memories came to mind. First, I recalled Pastor Mike's words about how evil invades and tries to destroy good works done by God, and how when positive strides are made for the Kingdom, the devil will strike back in some way. And then I remembered the post I made proclaiming that Logan would be healed because God's Word is true and He doesn't lie. And suddenly the recent issues made more sense; it was almost as if the situation came into a sharp focus. I wrote that segment on November 8, and his incontinence issues began in earnest on the 11th. Proclamation of faith despite uncertain circumstances followed by an outwardly frightening strike. Badda-bing, badda-boom.
Tricky, huh? Not. Satan, get behind me. Get behind Logan, get behind my family and friends, and flee from here, in the name of Jesus Christ.
I know I'm losing some of you here, but hang with me. Miracles will happen right here. The path of life --and indeed, Life-- isn't always an easy one, but we'll be singing a victory song here soon.