Daring To Believe

"Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life and few will find it." - Matthew 7:14


It takes alot of courage to believe when the world around you cries nay! It takes more than wishing. It takes a burning desire to cling to that which you know to be true in your heart and to keep walking on path despite what you cannot see. I believe in miracles. God says anything is possible and anything means anything or it means nothing at all.

There comes a time in each of our lives when we must draw the line in the sand. We fight for the truth or we give in to the pressure of worldly influences and never come to realize our true purpose while here on earth. The gate never changes or widens to accomodate all the excuses and detours we take in life. We eventually must take a stand or live a life underlined by a misery we don't understand. As for me and mine........give us the narrow gate!

And what is our purpose? I have come to believe that love is all that matters. We struggle here on earth to find it, to keep it, to understand it, to weather its ups and downs, but to keep holding on. It is worth the struggle. Love comes down to alot of simple moments that add up to an ocean of love.

Johnny and I had a few of those simple moments that I cherished these last two days. He has endured the "chemo-storm" that weakened him and took away his appetite. He is rallying once again and enjoying the simple pleasures in life. We had a most excellent Father's Day and beautiful family time with Scarlett. We knew the tide was turning when he requested a take-out from one of his favorite restaurants - Enza's Italian Restaurant.

Yesterday he felt good enough to venture out to a Japanese restaurant for lunch. It was a quiet little place and very stress free. Later that afternoon I gave him a manicure and we laughed and talked about old times as I clipped and filed his nails. I rubbed his fingers and hands with sweet smelling hand lotion and realized how truly beautiful and precious those rugged hands were.

Seeing Johnny back to his old self restored my faith that a miracle was possible because we are daring to believe - and to get "mad dog mean" about beating the odds. I simply pray to be able to keep that fire of faith burning strong during his "down" moments when I don't see the light at the end of the tunnel. Get thee from me fear! We have received the power of love and a sound mind through the great sacrifice on the cross. I claim it and I believe we will conquer cancer through the sword of the spirit.