The Hits Keep On Coming...

Have you ever come on anything quite like this extravagant generosity of God, this deep, deep wisdom? It's way over our heads. We'll never figure it out. 

Is there anyone around who can explain God?

Anyone smart enough to tell Him what to do? 

Anyone who has done him such a huge favor that God has to ask his advice? 

Everything comes from Him, 

Everything happens through Him, 

Everything ends up in Him. 

Always glory! Always praise! 

Romans 11: 33-36

Well, her port is out. And... we're on to our next thing. 

Libby has been doing really well. With the exception of one minor thing. The last several days I've noticed a speech issue going on with her. It's hardly noticeable, but it's strange.  She seems to be having some trouble retrieving a couple of her very commonly used phrases. And she's having trouble saying them. It's weird, because I've only picked up on a couple of phrases. Seemingly most of her other vocabulary is intact. I don't think I saw this prior to her surgery. But I can't be sure. I've been a little hyper focused this week. She's not the clearest of communicators. But these few phrases are distinctly different within the last week. I finally felt the urge to call the doctor. Hoping he would reassure me and tell me it sounds like nothing. He didn't. He told me it concerns him, too. And could be brain/stroke related. He wants to do an MRI this Thursday. Despite the fact this puts her at risk because she'll have to be sedated. 

I'll admit I haven't been doing so great with this recent development. You'd think I'd have learned by now to trust. I do trust. I guess I mean, you'd think I'd have learned to just trust and shut up. I trust. And I fuss. WHY are You doing this? This is too much. 

And I'm so thankful for all of you prayer warriors. Those of you I've spoken with even before I write this. I feel your prayers. As time goes on, my wrestling wanes.  I know you're praying for His peace in me.  I feel it. You console me. Encourage me. I feel encouraged, even when I think of the scariest outcomes (yes, I do that). He is near.

 I have a dear friend who is insistent on bringing me a meal every time I mention the slightest thing to her. She cracks me up. I'll beg her not to. She'll bring me one tomorrow. She is such a blessing. And I love her. What a gift God has sent me in her. In all of you. One thing is so obvious to me. He provides. Always. Abundantly.

And He will again. Whether it's answers. Or not. Or healing. Or not. Maybe it's just endurance (I could sure use more of that). Or comfort. The perfect words. Or more peace. He'll give us what we need. He always does. And for that I am incredibly thankful. He is awesome. 

 One of Hib's friends sent us a text this afternoon. He wrote it gave him great comfort to think that our little ones have guardian angels. He mentioned Matthew 18.  I read a little bit of it, and some of the commentary on this chapter. The commentary mentioned that there are indeed guardian angels assigned by God and they're entrusted with a definite and special work. It went on to say that those angels who have guardianship over our littlest ones are among the most noble of the heavenly host. And they stand before the face of God and rejoice in the beatific vision.

I  love the picture God painted in my mind with this. Libby's angel and Holy God. His plans for her unfolding. I don't know what they are. Yet, Peace. Thank you, God!

Prayers please...Thank you! We love you!!!