Life has hit.
Like a ton of bricks it hit.
And so did the emotions.
we received a phone call
My husband's oldest brother had unexpectedly passed away
(if you remember...my husband lost his twin brother last June)
My husband is still grieving.
It hit him hard;
physically and mentally.
He has aged before my very eyes
I miss him so...
If you've walked through grief
you know what I mean.
I've been worried about his health.
There I said it-worried.
Down in your gut worried.
This morning, my oldest daughter called.
She was concerned about her pregnancy.
(For those that have been reading even longer you'll know
she lost her sweet Ellie at 24 weeks a few years back)
This pregnancy has been a day-to-day test in walking in faith.
She's at 18 weeks
and had not felt movement
so I went with her to check it out
You do not know
I did NOT want to go into that Dr's office.
It is heartbreaking
for a mother
to see such raw pain on her daughter's face.
I'm thankful for simple things:
the little ones that keep us busy,
caring Dr's that cry with their patient,
the Word of God that brings hope and comfort.