You all know that I'm blunt, and I'll be blunter than blunt right now: I'm worried. Scared. Not confident. I'm scared that evil is winning this battle, plain and simple. Logan looks awful. He's exhausted. He can't or won't put weight on his legs. His CBC numbers are poor. He's incontinent. If ever there were a situation that looked utterly hopeless, this is the one.
In response to those observations, I am, for the upteenth time, begging you to lift him up in prayer in a new and awesome way. I vascillate between believing that healing is ours if we claim it, thanks to Jesus' sacrifice, and worrying that God won't see fit to make Logan well. I don't know the reality there. But the one thing I DO know is that the Bible says to pray, and to do it often. So please do so, for my sunshine.