When you’re sitting in a small, white room where the couch is too small and there aren’t enough chairs, faith takes on a whole new meaning. Despite the strife looming in that room, I could feel faith. Faith has a feeling.  I could touch it.  Faith had His arms wrapped around me.  The doctor told us that 35% of these babies don’t make it.  We were going with the 65%!  I tearfully said, “Doc, we believe in a higher being.  My son’s in there fighting. If he’s fighting, then we’re out here fighting for him.”

That night Lisa and I sat with William. He held our hands.  He opened his eyes and looked at us. Not sure who’s eyes were wider ours or William’s.  Has faith ever widened your eyes?

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