what to say, what to say...

These past two weeks have been eventful to say the least. In fact, the entire summer has been quite eventful. This is the first week in almost 9 weeks, that its just us at home - that being, Me, Rich, Morgann and our foster kid(s). It has been nice just being us for a few days. We love having guests stay with us, but this a welcomed change.

Our sweet little foster son, K, is now at the Children's Hospital at Dartmouth. Please pray that the doctor's have wisdom and help correct his problems. He's been quite a sick little guy. He gave us quite a scare on Sunday night. Thankfully we acted very quickly and he was able to turn from critical to stable very quickly. We won't be able to visit K every day, but trust that God will take good care of him while he is at CHaD.

Its been quite a learning experience. Its really made me realize how much endurance humans can have, especially when they are trusting in God. I faced a very scary situation in the ER, where, I thought previously, I would never be able to withstand something like that, however, once I began to pray, and pray hard, I was given strength that only can come from God. God continues to provide for us and take care of us. We don't know what the future holds for us and our sweet foster babies, but we will just rest in knowing that each day is a blessing. I wrote earlier about fearing the loss of our foster son W. I learned to cherish the time I had with him, as I did not know how long he would be with us. I was heartbroken when he left, but God comforted us and brought us new blessings. Our foster twins do not replace W, but give us new joys (and trials, and lots of spit up and poop.)

Its not to say that I am not tired. I'm exhausted. I'm emotional and a bit cranky. But God is getting us through this. We are blessed to have each other, these sweet boys and our sweet, patient and ever helpful (but not always obedient) Morgann.