It's been quite some time since a blog post, and that's because it's been quite some time since I've had the opportunity to sit down for any length of time (still being awake, of course) without any
These thoughts were all thrown at me yesterday morning. I mean, really . . . what's the problem? Are those really 'problems' when I look and see what happened Saturday morning? I sat down to check my usuals, and my heart sank as I saw that Tripp Roth had passed away. My heart truly hurt, and I cried for a moment as I read Courtney's blog entry. However, in the middle of all of that, I praised God. I thanked him, because Tripp passed from here to eternity without a struggle. His sweet mama picked him up from his bed and carried him to the rocking chair, and in the first few, still moments, he returned back to his heavenly father. Praise God, because that's exactly what his mama prayed for. She knew that the time was approaching when Tripp wouldn't be able to deal with EB anymore. She knew, and she truly wanted a peaceful passing for her little fighter. She knew that when he left her arms, he'd be with the one that healed him. Praise God that little Tripp is flying high, free from blisters, swelling, pain, and horrible sickness. You all know that I speak from my own experience when I say that nobody wants to watch their child die, but when they're in that kind of pain, you want nothing more than to see them relieved. I'm so incredibly sorry for the sorrow that I know his mom is feeling, but PRAISE GOD that she realizes that this isn't the end. She knows that she'll see her little boy again, and in a way that she's never seen him before. PRAISE GOD that I know this isn't the end, and that I'll see my own little girls again, and in a way I never saw them before! This kind of personal story always makes you think and realize what's truly important in our lives. In the end, its all about what's in your heart . . . and really not so much about what is in your heart, but who is in your heart. Praise God . . .'the Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away; blessed be the name of the LORD!'
Ok, lighter notes . . .
We're super excited to be talking renovation stuff with our house. We're looking at doing some pretty major stuff, and right now we're just having fun dreaming, writing, and using our mind's eye about the whats-and-hows of it all. We've talked with a contractor and gotten some pretty good suggestions and ideas on the flow of progression, and we intend to do all of this with NO LOAN! Do we just have money laying around to spare? NO! How are we gonna do it? Simple . . . we're renting out our basement. (Don't go spreading the word to the next 'whoever' . . .we're scrutinizing any possibilities pretty seriously. We live here, too, you know :) If you have any ideas on possible tenants, make sure you'd want them living under yourself first!) We have a few possibilities already (all people we LIKE), and its something that we've prayed up and feel good about. Its a perfect plan, though. Its a space that we thought we'd use, but don't, and its completely set up for somebody to live there. Why not turn it into an income producer? Hopefully this will all work out as planned. Like I said, we're pretty excited about everything and Patience (my middle name, of course) is ready to see some action.
The kids are all great. Christmas is a blur, and now that we've started school back, things are finally getting back to what we consider to be normal. We've noticed one more little spot on Daisee's head (in dealing with the Alopecia) but unless it turns into something bigger, to most people it won't be noticeable. The only concern with this one, though, is that its on the very front of her head and if it does grow, you probably won't be able to miss it. Lots of if's, though, with this condition, even still. And, hey, . . . going back to the beginning of this entry . . . its ok, right? We can deal.
I certainly hope the rest of your week affords you much joy with those you love. Eat dinner together one night this week and discuss this with your family:
In Luke 17, ten lepers were healed of their disease, but only one returned to thank Jesus. Think of something that each family member has done for you recently. Then express your thanks by saying, "I really appreciated it when you . . ." or "Thank you for . . ."
Nothing earth-shattering, but good conversation to have.
Take care . . .
Love,
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