We’ve had a very rough last few days. Matt got some sort of food poisoning (we think) which wiped him out for a solid day. On top of this I’ve struggled the hardest with our situation that I have this entire time. We also had a real scare in which we thought we had lost Baby Grace.
I barely made it out of bed this morning and was thankful for this verse a friend sent me.
This is my comfort in my affliction,
that your promise gives me life.
In the midst of all this, I’m thankful for some normalcy. Matt and I decided a long time ago that if we’re going to make it through in one piece we need to cling to each other and to God, and have as much normalcy as possible, especially for the boys sake.
So in the midst of an awful weekend, we strove for some normalcy.
We watched Dora.
I painted my toenails pink for Baby Grace.
(And because I know someone will ask, my tattoo says, “Send me, Lord, for I am willing,” in Arabic. In college I was convinced I was going to be a missionary to the Middle East.)
We went to a dog show.
And once Matt recovered from the Black Plague I took an afternoon to myself (which included a trip to Big Dipper).
One day at a time. One day at a time.