Jude's cough is really bad tonight. Dr. Honey listened over the phone and told me to start his breathing treatments. He takes it like a champ...typical Jude. I have to sit on James to get him to take his.
"No more pictures, Mom"
My sweet sister Christi came into town last night and brought arm-loads of good stuff for the boys! James' favorite was this potty book. He found it this morning and jumped right up into our bed to brush up on all the latest in potty training.
"Too big for diapers" indeed!
We are getting so close to our fund-raising goal and I am so so humbled by the donations we've received. Thank you all SO much. I really can't tell you how much it means to Brad and I.
We are so humbled, honored and blessed by our friends, family and even complete strangers. Since Jude's diagnosis there has not been a day when the Lord hasn't used someone to be a blessing or encouragement to us. Many times it is just the thing I need to help me make it to the end of the day. Some days are much better than others and some just flat out suck. Some days I expect to be getting good news and I get more bad news. But then sometimes I will get a card of encouragement in the mail just when I am at an all new low, or a neighbor will stop me in the street and pray for us right there on the spot, or I will get an email from someone who understands where we are at and what we are going though, or a phone call from someone just wanting to know how she can specifically be praying. If the Lord is using you in these ways, please know how big of a deal it is to me. I can't...or don't...always express it well, but it really does mean more to me than you know. Those are the things helping to get us from one day to the next. The Lord is so good to us. Without our faith, without JESUS...where would we be in all of this??? I just can't imagine. A precious friend gave me a cd of hymns 2 weeks ago. I love the hymns and you don't hear them a whole lot anymore. I have listened to this cd so many times. I have always loved "It Is Well With My Soul" (written by Horatio Spafford) but it has taken on a whole new sweetness lately.
When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
But Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
Horatio Spafford lost 6 children, suffered financial ruin after The Great Chicago Fire in 1871, and then went on to move to Jerusalem with his wife and two remaining daughters to found a group dedicated to serving the poor. And because of Jesus Christ he was able to say, "It is well with my soul..."
In the moments of complete hurt or sadness, what a blessing it is that "Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul". Thank You Lord.
We are getting so close to our fund-raising goal and I am so so humbled by the donations we've received. Thank you all SO much. I really can't tell you how much it means to Brad and I.
We are so humbled, honored and blessed by our friends, family and even complete strangers. Since Jude's diagnosis there has not been a day when the Lord hasn't used someone to be a blessing or encouragement to us. Many times it is just the thing I need to help me make it to the end of the day. Some days are much better than others and some just flat out suck. Some days I expect to be getting good news and I get more bad news. But then sometimes I will get a card of encouragement in the mail just when I am at an all new low, or a neighbor will stop me in the street and pray for us right there on the spot, or I will get an email from someone who understands where we are at and what we are going though, or a phone call from someone just wanting to know how she can specifically be praying. If the Lord is using you in these ways, please know how big of a deal it is to me. I can't...or don't...always express it well, but it really does mean more to me than you know. Those are the things helping to get us from one day to the next. The Lord is so good to us. Without our faith, without JESUS...where would we be in all of this??? I just can't imagine. A precious friend gave me a cd of hymns 2 weeks ago. I love the hymns and you don't hear them a whole lot anymore. I have listened to this cd so many times. I have always loved "It Is Well With My Soul" (written by Horatio Spafford) but it has taken on a whole new sweetness lately.
When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
But Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
Horatio Spafford lost 6 children, suffered financial ruin after The Great Chicago Fire in 1871, and then went on to move to Jerusalem with his wife and two remaining daughters to found a group dedicated to serving the poor. And because of Jesus Christ he was able to say, "It is well with my soul..."
In the moments of complete hurt or sadness, what a blessing it is that "Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul". Thank You Lord.
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