Last Weekend

I told Nick last weekend on Sunday, that I did not want to plan anything for the weekend. The Lord knew otherwise.

We just returned home from Tampa - five days of hotels, hospital waiting rooms, traveling and regrouping.

James is still alive. He is only breathing with a machine. Today they inserted a tube to help with that because fluid is building.

Skippy is crying one minute, going non stop the next.

We have seen the Lord work in mighty ways the past several days. And He continues to work. We have little Tyler with us until we know he can go home, so we are "psuedo parents" for now. He rode the tractor with Grampa tonight. Here is this one year old, placid as can be, loving every minute of it, oblivious to what has happened to his dad.

It's amazing how we clear our calendar according to what we would like to happen and the Lord knows what's already on it.