When Nelson hoped that something desirable but improbable would happen, he usually came down on the positive side. “It’ll happen.”

Even on July 12, when the rest of us were already at the Ark Encounter in Kentucky, he saw a sliver of hope that maybe he and his family could still get there.

But realism had become his new companion, and this time, what he hoped would happen, didn’t. He took the dilemma to his journal, the words of which show him moving from “maybe we could” to “it’s best if we don’t” and back to “maybe…”

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July 12, 2022

Well, we are in Rochester, MN, and the rest of the family is down in Kentucky at the life-sized Ark. Mom ended up getting her wish and having most of her grandchildren down there together.

I still have a tiny glimmer of hope that we can go there and be with everyone, even if it’s only for a couple days. Since everyone in our house has the Covid, I feel like that ship has probably sailed, but, Lord, you make anything possible.

Maybe, though, it’s too much to cram in, and it wouldn’t be good for me anyway. Just having the appointment schedule wiped clean here because of the positive Covid test result is the best feeling. I’m tired of all the non-stop appointments and things.

I was so close to being in the hospital again last night. I should be sitting there right now, getting jabbed and poked to find out what’s wrong with me. Thank you Lord for your faithfulness to us and how you show yourself in those little things. I’m so grateful.

If we could travel after 5 days from the onset of the first [Covid] symptoms, then it started with Will on Sunday I think. It would be down to the exact day. We’d have to check in with the other parents to see if it’s something they’d even want to chance.

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“You do not know what a day will bring forth.” (Proverbs 27:1)