Raw

It's been a long day. After a week and a half's stay on the East Coast with family, we headed back home this morning. Naturally --since it's our mode of late-- it wasn't an easy journey. Our flight --carefully chosen because it involved just a single stop and NO deplaning-- was cancelled, and we were re-routed through a different city on a flight that involved an additional stop as well as a plane change. We weathered the drama well enough, only to get to our home airport and discover that our bags had been lost in transit. There were some serious issues with a borrowed carseat, but it's all in the past now and we're home. At last.

Logan's MRI is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. I feel pretty raw, really. He's not in great shape lately, so of course there are nerves as we approach the hour. But at the same time, I know the only thing we can do is pray, so it's what I've been doing. And what I'll continue to do. And what I ask you to do as well.

I know it's sort of a radical concept within mainstream Christianity, but if you really believe in healing, please claim it for Logan. Some of you will know exactly what I mean; others will scratch your heads. That's okay. Heading into tomorrow and the weeks to come, I'm just asking for some seriously hardcore healing claims to be made on his behalf.

I'm tuckered out, so it's off to bed for me shortly. Blessings to you and THANK YOU for being a part of Logan's Team. It really, truly does matter.