Remembering to praise Him through the long nights.

Their breathing, shallow.

Their smiles, gone.

Their forehead, hot.

I drove off our farm

with the mothers instinct

that something was just

not right.

The girls had to go in

the hospital. Their little

bodies fighting something

bigger than I could fix.

A prayer...

A friend who gave her socks to

my cold feet...:)

A friend who fed my family at home.

A daughter who stood

all day and night along side

me and her sisters.

Phone calls from all our friends..

A drop off of food

and goodies from

Nana....

A houseful at the farm with

daddy keeping the fort down..

I lift up my heart in gratitude to Thee

for this day's happiness..

Not tomorrows, but this days.

Finding joy in all things:

For the mere joy of living,

For all the sights and sounds around me.

For arms to hold the sick, comfort

them and whisper in their ears.

For the sweet peace of the country and the pleasant

bustle of the town.

For the comforting beeping of machines

that let you know they're breathing.

For roads to walk and the strength and endurance to walk it..

I thank you Lord for the restored health of our little

girls.

I pray you were glorified.

Enjoying some quiet prayer time..

Together at last..

First class ticket out of here.

Headed home to the farm...





Home with daddy at Last..

His arms waiting!


Channie giving the thumbs up
that her sisters are home and well.




Jo said he wasn't taking any chances..