Today was beautiful here on the farm. 

The shaded breeze felt so soothing and relaxing.

I heard the rumble of the big yellow bus coming down our dusty farm road.

Kennady was home.

 

We got her off the bus and brought her in to spend some time talking with her.

I got her out of her chair and changed her and began doing some range of motion stretches. 

Meanwhile the boys were outside helping Robin clean out the van and probably doing some new landscaping if they found any of our shovels.

We have to keep Kennady stretched out so that her muscles don’t get contractures.

She is already having problems with her muscles shortening, so we are trying very hard to keep things stretched out.

After we stretched her legs out for a little while I put her on her tummy for some “tummy time”.

Tummy time helps her to keep her abdominals stretched out and gives her a chance to work on her head strength and control. 

As she was laying there, I began to look at her feet.

These feet.

These feet are perfect, yet flawed.

They have never walked a single step.

They are softer than a newborn babies cheek.

They are beautiful in my eyes.

I began to think of how her muscles have pulled them into a new shape; a shape that is not pleasing to the eye, yet it doesn’t take away from their beauty.

They are getting more and more deformed the older she gets.

But they are still as soft as the day she was born.

I began to think of all the people who have told us they have had dreams of her being healed………our dreams of her being healed.

The decisions we are having to make about her life the older she get seem to become more daunting with each year. 

Now it is major life changing decisions.

Will we put her through a surgery that will permanently change her?

Can God heal what we as man have changed in the flesh?

If she is to be healed..

When…

How…

Where…

these are all questions that we let flow through our heart.

These feet have never walked a step….but one day they may.

I have felt so heavy about the decisions about her care lately because of this.

I don’t want to do something in the natural that changes things in the spiritual.

If God wants her to be healed I fully believe that it is possible.

As I sat here today I thought of what it would be like to go to her next Dr. appointment and say “You know, I think we are just going to skip the surgery because I believe that God is going to heal her completely”.

I got butterflies in my stomach just thinking of it.

It is a step of faith.

It seems totally irrational to the human mind.

My heart aches to see her healed, but at the same time I love her more than any words could express just the way she is.

These feet hold the potential for a notable miracle.

I wonder today if she will walk before we get the chance to have any other procedures done.

My  soul screams yes.

So today I will believe.