Marc left yesterday morning for a month long school rotation in Waco, Texas. Midnight before he left Ruby woke up crying. Marc rushed her to the bathroom where she barfed all over. Sick again. And me and the girls have already been fighting an uphill fight against head colds with never ending green snotty noses and hacking coughs. Marc, my normally tempered love, was vocally upset about our now, well practiced, moon-lit tag team of cleaning up a sick child. I could tell he was beside himself to leave us again sick and he could do nothing to make it better.

Tonight, Levi has been up twice and just sobs. Now, two am I already have fifteen hundred steps in for the day. I prayed in my heart for a little peace. And I had the thought, Part of the “why” in us being so sick is for the Lord to teach me (the slow learner) that He will take care of me and my family. He will provide others to help me in my time of need, especially when we move away. He is teaching me that we will be taken care of and there will always be someone to listen, hold my hand, or bring us dinner- like Shelly, who is always so willing and with a hot plate of food, a friendly smile, and always my friend.