We've decided to drive this time so we're on our way to Dallas. I don't remember ever being so worried about an upcoming surgery. I've cried quite a bit the last few days. I cry during my prayers even as I confess my belief that God is in control and his ways are not our ways. I cry as I praise him knowing that his plans are good. I could put on a brave face and pretend that I know how everything will turn out but I do not believe that it would be honoring to God who knows my heart. Yesterday I cried as I ran and prayed. It was a windy day and as I felt the wind whip around me I felt like God was letting me feel his presence. He was all around letting me know that he sees my pain.
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