The phone rang earlier today, my mom calling to say that they had packed up the tent, put out the fire, and paddled back out to civilization. My heart rejoiced that they are safe after canoe camping in the cold, wet wilds. Her voice crackled a bit as she said "I"m praying for you. I'm praying as often as I remember that God will give you the strength for each task. I pray all day that God gives you strength to get the kids to school, to make lunch, dinner, to eat those meals. I'm praying". It all made sense then, how I've been able to get what I need done before collapsing. This dreaded sickness hasn't gone away, but God is strengthening me. He has not abandoned me! My chin hits my chest and bounces back up again, but still I smile!
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