Perfect Day

Today was a great Sunday. We actually got to sleep in and then have a nice pancake breakfast. At 1 we have our meeting and afterwards we were invited to hospitality where we engaged in some great spiritual and casual conversation. There was a lot of good food, too. When we got home we did some Scooby Doo and Sponge Bob, ate some left over brownies and curled Jessica's hair in spirals. I wish every day was like this.

Week of unending sickness

As my ear throbs and drains, as my children walk around with unending sinus problems, as my husband itches with poison ivy, as my cousin lays in the hospital with internal bleeding. I am confused. Pray pray pray. Hope. Listen. The sun is in the sky, the sky is blue, the white puffy clouds blow by. One day, as God promised no one will say "I AM SICK." All will be in paradise. No one will shed a tear.