Sunday is normally an easy day for us. We get up early to get ready for church and arrive there around 8:30 a.m. Since Richard is head usher & I sing on the worship team, one or the other of us is usually serving on any given Sunday. We drop the kids off in their classrooms & enjoy the service. When it's over, we leave between noon & 1pm to go home.
The past two weeks, neither of us has served. We sat in the back with Caleb because he didn't want to be away from us (mostly Daddy). By the time service is over, Caleb is exhausted. He's slept most of the day for the past two Sundays. It's so odd to see my normally very active child sleeping so much.
I wish I could take his pain and exhaustion away. I wish we didn't have to deal with this all. But, since I can't take his pain away and we do have to deal with it, we'll do the best we can with God's help. We trust in Him for everything around us. We praise Him for the small improvements we see in Caleb. We praise Him when there's no change at all. We praise him in the midst of our storm. We know He's in control. He was not taken by surprise when this happened. He knew about it before we did and prepared us for it. I'm so thankful we serve a mighty God. He will be glorified in everything that happens.
Caleb has mighty things in store for his life and I look forward to seeing him accomplish them.
I love you, my miracle child.