…if you believe.
And if you believe in a God, as you understood Him, it’s even bettah!
I noticed Mojo was having a seizure. I went to grab the towel for sensory deprivation therapy (SDT). His seizure was long and drawn out, but mild. We were watching American Ninja Warrior and I was thinking that these guys deserve their adoration for such a personal victory and such wonderfully hot bodies.
Next thing I notice was that Mojo had calmed. I put him down, but I was wrong. I picked him up again, SDT, and added singing. The all of a sudden I got sad and started asking God for a miracle cure in the name of Mojo, because I did not want to lose my connection with a God, as I understand him.
WAIT! Did I just say that? I had been questioning my faith recently.
I always talk to Mojo, my dog, who does not understand English, every day he has been with me. We are both diseased: predetermination. Doh! I do have faith!
The next thing I noticed…Mojo’s seizure had ended.
Glory be and hallelujers!
“Sister Emmy Lou done gone t’ shoutin’ an’ jumpin’ cause she feels the spirit…”
~ Down South Camp Meeting
The Manhattan Transfer