Page 57 of Muskoka Miracle

“Well, I haven’t killed anyone.”

“That’s good. Well done.”

He snickered. “You’re a smart-alec.”

“You’re a bigger one.”

He laughed.

“You know what we need to do?” She beckoned for Dan to join them. “We need to pray. Right now. And you,” she pointed to Sam, “need to repent again and ask God to show you His love and His plans for you. Okay?”

“Okay,” he agreed meekly.

“HaveI ever mentioned how amazing you are?” Dan murmured to her later that night when they were in bed.

“A few times.”

“You’re amazing.” He kissed her throat. “I can’t believe that one little talk with you and bang, Sam is ready to recommit his life.”

“Come on.” She pulled away. “He’d just spent the last three days with his big brother and Boyd and hearing all this stuff about how great God is. God was prepping the soil. I was just there at the end.”

He sighed. “I thank God for you.”

“And I thank God for you.”

He kissed her thoroughly. Then groaned, wincing as he eased back.

Concern roiled within. She stroked his cheek. “Are you okay?”

“Man, I know that I sound like an old man when I complain, but my body really feels so much more sore this time round.”

“Maybe you do need to do the camp differently. Especially if Boyd is not around.”

Dan exhaled, and rolled away, popping his neck and shoulders before settling on the pillow. “I just hate to give it up. It’s been such a blessing and touched so many lives.”

“Boyd mentioned that Travis was a junior leader this year.”

“Yeah. He and Georgia are still going strong.” He sighed. “That’s why I don’t feel like it’s something I should just stop. But my body says I can’t keep doing this anymore.”

She turned to face him, head propped on her hand. “Are you saying you want to try glamping with them instead?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not a glamper.”

She snickered. “Could’ve fooled me. I’ve seen that you don’t mind a bit of luxury when you can get it.”

“That’s only because my wife refuses to tent again.”

“It’s sleeping bags and air mattresses I have a problem with,” she corrected.

“They don’t all have mice.”

“Once was enough. I now have trust issues. And I’m okay with that.”

He laughed. Then sighed. “I wish I knew what to do.”

“Hey, God knows what to do.”

“Then I wish He’d tell me. I felt like a liar today telling them that we’d be back next year when every molecule in my body was protesting the idea.”

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