Chapter Fifty one ~ Ariana

It felt like a dream - too good to be true. But it was my reality, one too surreal to grasp. If I had ever at any point doubted the existence of the healing power of Jesus, this was more than enough proof that He was real and still capable of doing miracles just like in the days of old.

"Jesus is real." I had heard him say repeatedly. He was still overwhelmed by the shock of walking on his own two feet again. But I was overjoyed. I had wept and screamed till my voice thinned out.

"Babe," I hugged him tight, standing in the middle of the living room as soon as we got home way past midnight. He crumbled to his knees in tears and I went down with him, giving glory to God, thanking Him for His mercy and grace. This was a man that was said would never walk again and just two months later. I repeat, just two months later! He was up on his feet. It did not make sense to the natural man why it was happening so fast but then God did not walk in our time zone. He never has, and never will.

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