Saturday, September 5, 2009 12:33 PM, CDT

This is one of the last pictures of our family all together, taken when we dropped Jaycee off at my parent's home. Somehow, a straggler got in there.

Let the redeemed of the Lord say so... Ps. 107:2

"How are you doing?"

"Okay."

"How are you really doing?"

Well, since you asked... you now get the long version.

I am blessed. This is a statment that is always true regardless of circumstances. A good one to fall back on when you don't want to be dishonest and the desire to elaborate has long since left you.

I am often in disbelief, or a fog, or a haze of some sort when at times I cannot believe that medical records/reports/bills/statistics/information and the necessity of keeping them straight is now suddenly a large part of my life.

I am sometimes overwhelmed. I am sometimes an emotional train wreck. I am sometimes in denial.

I was on the verge of wallowing in self pity. No, I was wallowing in self pity; I was on the verge of doing it all the time. Until our Father stepped in with his miraculous blessing of joy. And hope. Praise Jesus!

I am not talking about a "I'm plastering a smile on my face because I'm a Christian and Christians are supposed to always be happy" joy. I'm talking about a real joy. Imparted from my Father. It is nothing I'm sustaining, or conjuring up on my own. It's a gift.

A week after the meeting with the doctor, the one that left us with the devastating "terminal" stamp, we had another meeting. A prayer meeting. Prayer meetings are miraculous in and of themselves- For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them. One of our friends who is a pastor at Northwoods Community Church gathered some believers together to pray for us, over us, and with us. It was a Spirit-filled evening. Spirit-filled Christians coming together to the Throne in one accord. We were so blessed. As the time went on, and the believing prayers went up, I began to be excited. I was filled with hope and joy. I caught a vision of how God loves to flip Satan's plans over on him. I realized how, at the time of Satan's greatest triumph, it really was his point of defeat. He worked so hard to see the Son of Man hang on that cross and with Jesus's final breath, he sealed his doom. It was actually God's plan all along to thwart the devils conniving schemes and make his point of 'victory' his undoing by redeeming mankind through the blood of The Lamb. AWESOME! It just makes me want to exalt the LORD, in His own strength: to sing and praise His power. Ps. 21:13. I left rejoicing in the Salvation of the Lord, in the might of His power, in the unsearchable depths of His love. I believe God is using these terrible circumstances to springboard us into the breakthrough and outpouring for which we have been asking Him. I left filled with miraculous joy and hope. I do not use the term 'miraculous' lightly. It sounds cliche, but I mean it sincerely. This is one of the most precious blessings God has provided us with since this all started. No longer does Jordan have the burden of a disease, a fight to fight, a Godly perspective to maintain, Glory to seek, prayers to pray, and a wife to try to make smile. God took care of the last one for us in a supernatural, sustaining, abudant way.

Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us, Unto him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus throughout all ages, world without end. Amen. Eph. 3:20

And that's how I'm doing...since you asked.