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Abcess.

I have an abcessed tooth. I was in agony... now I'm on antibitotics and vicatin... I feel better. Tomorrow I will find what awaits? Root canal or other? We shall see...

my new favorite song...

Your Hands by JJ Heller

I have unanswered prayers
I have trouble I wish wasn't there
And I have asked a thousand ways
That You would take my pain away
That You would take my pain away

I am trying to understand
How to walk this weary land
Make straight the paths that crookedly lie
Oh Lord, before these feet of mine
Oh Lord, before these feet of mine

When my world is shaking
Heaven stands
When my heart is breaking
I never leave Your hands

When You walked upon the Earth
You healed the broken, lost, and hurt
I know You hate to see me cry
One day You will set all things right
Yea, one day You will set all things right

When my world is shaking
Heaven stands
When my heart is breaking
I never leave Your hands

Your hands
Your hands that shape the world
Are holding me, they hold me still
Your hands that shape the world
Are holding me, they hold me still

When my world is shaking
Heaven stands
When my heart is breaking
I never leave You when...

When my world is shaking
Heaven stands
When my heart is breaking
I never leave...
I…

Warm.

The afternoon sun has warmed my heart and my spirits. I see buds on trees. People are out running or biking.

I took the kids to the park today. It was so nice to be void of cumbersome jackets. I think I need to plan at least once a week to go to the park. The sunshine on my face was a luxurious treat. The kids ran, slid, swung.

Mmmm.... spring.... fresh asparagus.

Spring... the smell of daffodils... their cheery yellow adorn my kitchen.

Spring... the reminder of Christ's resurrection.

My heart was so full that I spilled tears when I thought of Jesus taking my place on the Cross. To realize that though I'm fragile, broken, imperfect, weak, sinful, and shattered... In Him I am strong, whole, perfect, sinless, victorious, forgiven, redeemed, and am being made into His likeness. So sweet. And so much more than I can express in words...

I look forward to decorating eggs with the kids and doing spring-time crafts... but it's all overshadowed by Christ.

I've been reading a fun boo…

Much of the Same...

I am sorry friends. I want this post, my 600th post to be a matter of fact, to be cheery and upbeat full of flowers and rainbows and butterflies. Instead it's a little more of what's happening in my life.

Samuel was taken by ambulance to the ER this week. Another not so fun adventure. His asthma is rearing its ugly head and we're trying to keep him stable.

I've been sick with a sinus infection or something which has now turned into a tummy bug. Ian has thrown up the past several days. Samuel started throwing up today. He hasn't been able to go to school for almost 2 weeks due to illness.

Thankfully my 7th was spent in relative peace. We went down to Nags Head (Outerbanks,N.C.) and chilled. It was a little respite from all this crazy bush-na-na we've been experiencing. My mom and I actually got to get out. We took Libby to her favorite store and got her some St.Patrick's Day themed items: a green and white tutu and an adorable pixie hairband with Shamro…

Unbelievable.

My last few days have been unbelievable.

Monday was spent cleaning up throw-up. Libby had gotten sick in the night and threw up all over her doorway area and then my doorway area. So I was cleaning carpet and doors that were stained with puke.

Samuel got sick yesterday morning and threw up all over his bed and my bed. There's a theme.

Yesterday I almost had a heart attack when for 45 minutes Samuel was missing. I had to have the therapist call 911 as I frantically searched the house and the outside for Samuel. I kept yelling Samuel's name over and over as visions of finding him dead in the pond or kidnapped or lost in the woods played through my mind. I had to keep giving Christ control of my thoughts. I felt more than just slightly hysterical. He was nowhere to be found. I found myself begging God, "please God not another disaster. Not another tragedy. I'm still not over the first."

Laura, our therapist, found him later in my bed. He was wearing his pull-up …