Last week we watched so much paw patrol, bubble guppies, and nemo that I can quote it all. We went through hundreds of stickers and two packs of crayons. All of our target wardrobe was used. Hundreds of cheerios were thrown in the floor and threw away along with tons of hospital food - but so much was gained. We made so many memories that I'll never forget. R didn't run a temp but twice. His oxygen stayed about 97 majority of the time. We came home with lots of goodies that we would have bought out of pocket. We had the ability to go outside and enjoy the sunshine. The staff was phenomenal and exceeded all of my expectations. R now has a treatment plan to tackle the PIV3 and the pseudomonas. We had so much joy in room 320. The staff would come see us when they needed a smile and I'm so thankful for that. I believe the lord shown brightly through my son all last week. Whether it was during a blood draw when they witnessed strength and bravery, or whether it was during a treatment when they saw patience, or during a visit when they were overcome by love and pure joy; God was present during each second of our stay. I am so thankful that I got to witness R being a vessel for the lord. I saw 1 Tim. 4:12 in work. "Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, life, love, faith, and purity." R didn't allow his age, condition, or lack of vocabulary to prevent him from allowing God to move...
what's our excuse?
|Home Sweet Home|
|My view majority of the week! Ha|
|I pray that God, the source of hope, will fill you completely with joy and peace because you trust in him. Then you will overflow with confident hope through the power of the Holy Spirit.|