Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Shortly after the party, while Promise was still attempting to heal from getting her tonsils out, she got a horrible stomach bug that left her throwing up on top of that raw sore throat. Let's just say, we had to get caught up on our prayer life!
We made a pinata!
Then Daddy volunteered in Toby's Sunday school class which thrilled Toby to the core!
Speaking of wrestling....I am in that place these days. Between Promise's sicknesses, behaviors, tantrums, anxieties, sensory issues, all the classes and therapies we are trying these days, I am weary, worn, discouraged, and T.I.R.E.D. If Promise were an only child, I am sure I would be a better mother....and it would still be a TON of work. I dread waking in the morning....wondering what kind of mood Promise will be in and what demands will be made of me above and beyond loving and caring for the other two kids given to me.....Promise is a full-time job. Zanna and Toby have been so gracious despite me often having to drop everything to assist Promise in menial tasks before her anxiety pushes her over her edge. In my praying for her, I have stopped praying that she would enjoy life and see the good in it, but rather, she would see God and His goodness.....my prayer for myself is, "oh God....soften my heart and make this life a labor of love and service to You."