Feeling Fine
My daily mantra, echoes the Little Engine's-- "I think he can. I think we can. I think I can" --as I care for my adult-child with extraordinary needs, home school my younger two boys, live wife to my husband the pastor. But since July 21st, a couple of days after my eldest had spinal fusion surgery, the internal cheerleader was drowned out by the realist vacillating between hopeful and hopeless, more often landing closer to the -less side: "I don't think he can. I know I can't. There's no way I can. How in the world will we ever?" And I would like to type something like, so I prayed and realized that Philippians 4:8 is true for me: "Through Christ, I can do all things." Or I learned to trust in God in bigger ways than ever before and I have a peace beyond understanding. But I am not there yet. Don't get me wrong. I know God is bigger than any difficulty we face. I know there are things other parents are dealing with that ar