Easter Sunday

In this crazy SDS/Mito world we live in, we have so many opportunities to see God at work. Some things are small, others are big. Last night before we left for Easter Vigil, I overheard a conversation between Matthew and Joseph. Chris had played basketball for an hour or so with Joseph, so his wrist was really hurting. Matthew was asking him questions about the pain and trying to freak him out about the surgery (as any good big brother will do). Joseph calmly explained exactly what the doctor told us and used the same hand graphics the doctor did in explaining why he needed surgery. Matthew kept going on and on about how painful it was going to be... and Joseph started to worry about the pain. That's when he looked at me and asked, "Will it hurt forever?" This may seem small to you, but I think it was God giving me the right thing to say. I said, "When you broke your other arm, did it hurt forever? Do you still have pain?" Joseph replied, "No, it doesn't hurt any more." I said, "Think of the surgery like your broken arm. It's going to hurt, but once it heals you will no longer have pain."  Why I didn't think of that on Tuesday when he was freaking out about what the doctor told us is beyond me. I have to assume God's timing in perfect-- He gave me the right words at the right time, when Joseph was ready to hear them.

Joseph seems to be accepting the fact that surgery is in his future. God is good and I am blessed to be a witness to His working in the boys' lives- Joseph has taught me  so much- he's 15 and he has always been so good about offering his suffering up to Jesus. Before one particularly nasty/painful surgery, after we prayed, I reminded him of some people he could offer it up for and he said, "Oh, I was already offering it up for the souls in purgatory, but I can add them, too."

It's been quite a journey dealing with SDS and Mito the last 16 years. We've seen God working through it all. God is faithful. God is good. As we celebrate the Lord's resurrection today, we are thankful for all of His wonderful works-- the big and the small. He is risen, Alleluia!

Here We Go Again

Every. Single. Time. I am blown away. We expected the MRI to be normal yesterday and it wasn't. J needs surgery.  God's will be done. J told me last night that he is praying for a miraculous healing. We, too....me, too.  

Meanwhile, I'm very stressed because of the toll Obamcare has already taken on our family.

The Battle of Guilford Courthouse Reenactment

This past weekend, my husband and son participated in the reenactment of  The Battle of Guilford Courthouse. This battle was a turning point in the war. The British casualties were so heavy, that Cornwallis left the Carolinas and never returned. This battle enables the American Victory ant Yorktown.

My son practicing firing a musket