Psalm 9 9 The LORD is a refuge for the oppressed,
a stronghold in times of trouble.
10 Those who know your name trust in you,
for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you.
Yesterday, Dad had a port placed into his chest so that he could start Plasmapheresis. He had his first treatment yesterday afternoon and tolerated it well. The physical therapists came into his room and he was wanting to get dressed before his PT. They made that part of his therapy and, while it took some time, he put on his shirt, PJ's, and even his slippers. After that, with their gentle help, he walked about 50 steps, out into the hallway and back...with us cheering him on all the way. It is good to see him making progress.
This morning, at 11am, my sisters, my Mom (and maybe Dad) will be meeting with Dad's medical team to talk about what's next. Satan is working hard to keep us away. Melissa has Bronchitis, Stella & Eli are sick, Chris B. is vomiting, Lura has a painful stiff neck that she cannot move, and I'm fighting a sore throat. God is bigger than any of this and is certainly more powerful than the evil one. Please pray for us today...for safety to/from the hospital, for Dad to continue to have clarity, grow stronger, keep eating. Pray that we would make good decisions with regards to what is next for Dad as far as therapy, treatments, etc... Pray that God, our stronghold and refuge, would be glorified through our lives as we interact with the staff at LGH. We know that Dad is in a win-win situation (thank you for that reminder BG)...he'll either be healed on this earth or go on to eternal glory beside the Savior who loves him enough to have gone to the cross on his behalf. To God be the glory...forever.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
My eyes are ever on the LORD
Psalm 25
1 In you, LORD my God,I put my trust.
2 I trust in you;
do not let me be put to shame,
nor let my enemies triumph over me.
3 No one who hopes in you
will ever be put to shame,
but shame will come on those
who are treacherous without cause.
4 Show me your ways, LORD,
teach me your paths.
5 Guide me in your truth and teach me,
for you are God my Savior,
and my hope is in you all day long.
6 Remember, LORD, your great mercy and love,
for they are from of old.
7 Do not remember the sins of my youth
and my rebellious ways;
according to your love remember me,
for you, LORD, are good.
8 Good and upright is the LORD;
therefore he instructs sinners in his ways.
9 He guides the humble in what is right
and teaches them his way.
10 All the ways of the LORD are loving and faithful
toward those who keep the demands of his covenant.
11 For the sake of your name, LORD,
forgive my iniquity, though it is great.
12 Who, then, are those who fear the LORD?
He will instruct them in the ways they should choose.
13 They will spend their days in prosperity,
and their descendants will inherit the land.
14 The LORD confides in those who fear him;
he makes his covenant known to them.
15 My eyes are ever on the LORD,
for only he will release my feet from the snare.
16 Turn to me and be gracious to me,
for I am lonely and afflicted.
17 Relieve the troubles of my heart
and free me from my anguish.
18 Look on my affliction and my distress
and take away all my sins.
19 See how numerous are my enemies
and how fiercely they hate me!
20 Guard my life and rescue me;
do not let me be put to shame,
for I take refuge in you.
21 May integrity and uprightness protect me,
because my hope, LORD, is in you.
22 Deliver Israel, O God,
from all their troubles!
Good news or bad news first? Ok, bad news...the 2nd biopsy confirmed Angiosarcoma in Dad's femur. Good news...there are NO cancer cells in Dad's spinal fluid. So...what does all this mean??? I have absolutely no idea.
Not much has changed since my last post so I'll keep this short. Dad remains relatively clear and most of his confusion is gone except when he is very tired. He is gaining strength daily in his legs and was able to take a few steps today with the aid of his walker. It is good to see him sit up in a chair or in a wheelchair. As I write this, his small group is visiting with him & Mom and I'm sure that's a blessing for him.
Mom, Melissa, Lura & I (and maybe Dad) will meet with Dr. Reddy, the Palliative Care doctor, and the social worker in care of Dad on Friday at 11am. I won't repost before then unless something comes up. In the meantime, we would covet your prayers on our behalf and on the behalf of Dad's medical team. We want to make good decisions about what is best for Dad's future care and treatment. We want to glorify God in our actions and words in front of these people, as well. We know not what the future holds, but we know the One who holds the future...and He is good...all the time.
Monday, February 7, 2011
You cannot understand the work of God.
Ecclesiastes 11:5 As you do not know the path of the wind,
or how the body is formed in a mother’s womb,
so you cannot understand the work of God,
the Maker of all things.
Let me begin by apologizing for not posting in a few days. Not alot has happened so I didn't want to just ramble on. Also, I've fixed the time issue I was having (or rather, Melissa did) so the time you see is the time I posted.
After being with Dad on Thursday evening and speaking with the Neurologist, I didn't know what to expect to happen next. It didn't make any sense to us how he'd gone from being clear and understandable to being delisional and confused pretty much all of the time. We knew that the brain MRI revealed changes but could that much really change that fast? What did this mean for Dad's future?
Melissa, Brennan and I visited for most of the day on Friday. Dad was about the same as he'd been on Thursday. I took Liam, Landis & Brennan on Saturday...still the same. I arrived alone, looking forward to spending some quality time with Dad, on Sunday morning by 7:30. He hadn't slept all night. He was aggitated, confused, not making any sense, seeing things that weren't there, trying to get out of bed, thinking he was driving, not remembering...it was hard to watch. From talking with the Oncologist and Neurologist, it was pretty clear what they thought could be causing this...certain proteins produced by cancer that make their way to the brain, infection, inflamation, a spread of the cancer. Finding out what it was wasn't going to be difficult but would take bloodwork that takes 10 days to get back, a spinal tap that would be hard for Dad to endure, waiting for that to come back, etc... Mom and I met with the doctor from the Palliative Care team to talk about what to do. He changed Dad's pain meds, told us that he would not release him in the state of delirium that he was in as it'd be impossible to care for him at home the way he was, and planned on coming back to try to communicate with Dad, along with Mom, about what he wanted in terms of a Living Will, code status, and things like that. I came home last night weary and worn out. We took the boys to a SuperBowl party and while I was there, I wasn't there. (Please forgive me, Pam)
This morning, my cell phone rang. "I Just Called To Say I Love You" sounded in the kitchen and I thought that Dad must be alone and that when I answered, I wouldn't understand him. But that wasn't the case. I answered and he said, "Good morning! Are you coming up today?". I replied that I was planning on spending the day with Liam (since I feel like I've barely seen him) and that Doug had taken Landis & Brennan on a field trip to the Japanese market in NJ. He said, "Oh, that's okay. Your Mom is here. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow."...I told him I'd definately be up tomorrow and he told me a little about his PT and how he could stand but couldn't walk. We ended the call with "I love you" and I stood in the kitchen in a state of shock.
Around 1, Mom texted to say that they were going for the spinal tap. Later she reported that it went well. Doug and the boys got home around 6:30 and the phone rang. It was Mom saying that Dad was having a great day. She said that the Neurologist said they found some protein and some white cells in the spinal fluid and that they'd know if there were cancer cells present in 48 hours. She wanted me to talk to Dad. When I got on the phone, I was talking to the man I'd talked to a week ago. I put him on speaker for Doug and the boys to hear. He was clear spoken, made perfect sense, asked when we'd be up, told me about having to lay flat for 4 hours and so on. Why the change? I can't say for sure but I know it is of God. I told myself that maybe when they removed spinal fluid it took pressure off of his brain and that'd he'd be confused again tomorrow. I think that's my way of preparing myself for disappointment. Mom said that the social worker saw him and was amazed as was his Neurologist. The social worker is again looking into having him moved to inpatient rehab to regain strength in his legs.
Amazing? Absolutely. Am I hopeful? As hopeful as can be. Frightened and scared? Of course but God tells me to not fear, so I'll do my best and continue to beg the Lord to help me be strong. I am not meant to understand God's ways. I have to rest in the comfort of knowing that whatever His ways bring my way are for our good and His glory.
I'll try to post tomorrow night when we get home unless something comes up during the day that you all need to know. God is hearing your prayers and we're seeing answers. We love each of you for caring for our family the way you do.
or how the body is formed in a mother’s womb,
so you cannot understand the work of God,
the Maker of all things.
Let me begin by apologizing for not posting in a few days. Not alot has happened so I didn't want to just ramble on. Also, I've fixed the time issue I was having (or rather, Melissa did) so the time you see is the time I posted.
After being with Dad on Thursday evening and speaking with the Neurologist, I didn't know what to expect to happen next. It didn't make any sense to us how he'd gone from being clear and understandable to being delisional and confused pretty much all of the time. We knew that the brain MRI revealed changes but could that much really change that fast? What did this mean for Dad's future?
Melissa, Brennan and I visited for most of the day on Friday. Dad was about the same as he'd been on Thursday. I took Liam, Landis & Brennan on Saturday...still the same. I arrived alone, looking forward to spending some quality time with Dad, on Sunday morning by 7:30. He hadn't slept all night. He was aggitated, confused, not making any sense, seeing things that weren't there, trying to get out of bed, thinking he was driving, not remembering...it was hard to watch. From talking with the Oncologist and Neurologist, it was pretty clear what they thought could be causing this...certain proteins produced by cancer that make their way to the brain, infection, inflamation, a spread of the cancer. Finding out what it was wasn't going to be difficult but would take bloodwork that takes 10 days to get back, a spinal tap that would be hard for Dad to endure, waiting for that to come back, etc... Mom and I met with the doctor from the Palliative Care team to talk about what to do. He changed Dad's pain meds, told us that he would not release him in the state of delirium that he was in as it'd be impossible to care for him at home the way he was, and planned on coming back to try to communicate with Dad, along with Mom, about what he wanted in terms of a Living Will, code status, and things like that. I came home last night weary and worn out. We took the boys to a SuperBowl party and while I was there, I wasn't there. (Please forgive me, Pam)
This morning, my cell phone rang. "I Just Called To Say I Love You" sounded in the kitchen and I thought that Dad must be alone and that when I answered, I wouldn't understand him. But that wasn't the case. I answered and he said, "Good morning! Are you coming up today?". I replied that I was planning on spending the day with Liam (since I feel like I've barely seen him) and that Doug had taken Landis & Brennan on a field trip to the Japanese market in NJ. He said, "Oh, that's okay. Your Mom is here. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow."...I told him I'd definately be up tomorrow and he told me a little about his PT and how he could stand but couldn't walk. We ended the call with "I love you" and I stood in the kitchen in a state of shock.
Around 1, Mom texted to say that they were going for the spinal tap. Later she reported that it went well. Doug and the boys got home around 6:30 and the phone rang. It was Mom saying that Dad was having a great day. She said that the Neurologist said they found some protein and some white cells in the spinal fluid and that they'd know if there were cancer cells present in 48 hours. She wanted me to talk to Dad. When I got on the phone, I was talking to the man I'd talked to a week ago. I put him on speaker for Doug and the boys to hear. He was clear spoken, made perfect sense, asked when we'd be up, told me about having to lay flat for 4 hours and so on. Why the change? I can't say for sure but I know it is of God. I told myself that maybe when they removed spinal fluid it took pressure off of his brain and that'd he'd be confused again tomorrow. I think that's my way of preparing myself for disappointment. Mom said that the social worker saw him and was amazed as was his Neurologist. The social worker is again looking into having him moved to inpatient rehab to regain strength in his legs.
Amazing? Absolutely. Am I hopeful? As hopeful as can be. Frightened and scared? Of course but God tells me to not fear, so I'll do my best and continue to beg the Lord to help me be strong. I am not meant to understand God's ways. I have to rest in the comfort of knowing that whatever His ways bring my way are for our good and His glory.
I'll try to post tomorrow night when we get home unless something comes up during the day that you all need to know. God is hearing your prayers and we're seeing answers. We love each of you for caring for our family the way you do.
Friday, February 4, 2011
...so that you may have great endurance and patience...
Colossians 1:9 For this reason, since the day we heard about you, we have not stopped praying for you. We continually ask God to fill you with the knowledge of his will through all the wisdom and understanding that the Spirit gives,10 so that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, 11 being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience, 12 and giving joyful thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of his holy people in the kingdom of light. 13 For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves, 14 in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.
(***please note that the time blogspot says i posted is incorrect...i'm not sure how to change it. yesterday's post said 1:30 but it was actually around 4:30...thanks***)
Doug, Brennan and I got the the hospital last night just in time for the Neurologist to come and see Dad. Dad's confusion remains. The doctor said that there are patches on the brain MRI and he's not certain what they are. He said it could be a spread of the cancer, or a protein that cancer secreets, or fluid caused by swelling. His plan is to check Dad's blood for protein (a test that has to be sent out and can take a few days) and if the protein is present, they would try to remove the protein from his blood...he said that this procedure has about a 50% success rate. He also wants to do a spinal tap to check for infection & cancer cells in the spinal fluid but doesn't think that he can get Dad into the position he needs to be in for the test with the significant pain he's having in his right leg/hip. He said he'd wait a day or two to do that. So, again, we wait...
Doug, Brennan and I were blessed to have Uncle Michael & Aunt Roxanne, Aunt Joanne, Uncle Joe & Aunt Ada, Anthony & Colleen, Brianna, our dear friends Drew & Laura, Matt & Dawn, Al, Keith, and Travis all visit while we were there. It is good to have company and it was wonderful to be able to just take a walk and talk with Dawn. It is good to have the blessing of friends and family who love the Lord and who love us enough to remind us of His goodness. It is good to have Godly men and women gather around Dad's bed and pray. It is good when friends bring us cake :) It is good, when we start to feel weak, to have strong people with strong faith who love us deeply stand beside us for us to lean on. It is good to be hugged.
It is still very, very hard for me to leave Dad there. To tuck him in, kiss his face, and turn and walk out of that room makes me feel sick. I do think he sleeps better when he's alone at night since he's not trying to stay awake to check in on us. But it's still so, so hard.
This morning my cell phone rang and it was my dear Dad. Brennan downloaded "I Just Called To Say I Love You" as my ringtone for when Dad calls me. I haven't heard it in awhile and it was good to hear it today, although my eyes fill with tears at the first note. When I answered, he wasn't there but I could hear him pushing buttons. I called back...no answer. He called again and said "Where are you?" ... "Coming soon, Dad", was my reply. "I haven't seen a soul"...he said and then hung up.
Please continue to pray for us as we wait with hope.
(***please note that the time blogspot says i posted is incorrect...i'm not sure how to change it. yesterday's post said 1:30 but it was actually around 4:30...thanks***)
Doug, Brennan and I got the the hospital last night just in time for the Neurologist to come and see Dad. Dad's confusion remains. The doctor said that there are patches on the brain MRI and he's not certain what they are. He said it could be a spread of the cancer, or a protein that cancer secreets, or fluid caused by swelling. His plan is to check Dad's blood for protein (a test that has to be sent out and can take a few days) and if the protein is present, they would try to remove the protein from his blood...he said that this procedure has about a 50% success rate. He also wants to do a spinal tap to check for infection & cancer cells in the spinal fluid but doesn't think that he can get Dad into the position he needs to be in for the test with the significant pain he's having in his right leg/hip. He said he'd wait a day or two to do that. So, again, we wait...
Doug, Brennan and I were blessed to have Uncle Michael & Aunt Roxanne, Aunt Joanne, Uncle Joe & Aunt Ada, Anthony & Colleen, Brianna, our dear friends Drew & Laura, Matt & Dawn, Al, Keith, and Travis all visit while we were there. It is good to have company and it was wonderful to be able to just take a walk and talk with Dawn. It is good to have the blessing of friends and family who love the Lord and who love us enough to remind us of His goodness. It is good to have Godly men and women gather around Dad's bed and pray. It is good when friends bring us cake :) It is good, when we start to feel weak, to have strong people with strong faith who love us deeply stand beside us for us to lean on. It is good to be hugged.
It is still very, very hard for me to leave Dad there. To tuck him in, kiss his face, and turn and walk out of that room makes me feel sick. I do think he sleeps better when he's alone at night since he's not trying to stay awake to check in on us. But it's still so, so hard.
This morning my cell phone rang and it was my dear Dad. Brennan downloaded "I Just Called To Say I Love You" as my ringtone for when Dad calls me. I haven't heard it in awhile and it was good to hear it today, although my eyes fill with tears at the first note. When I answered, he wasn't there but I could hear him pushing buttons. I called back...no answer. He called again and said "Where are you?" ... "Coming soon, Dad", was my reply. "I haven't seen a soul"...he said and then hung up.
Please continue to pray for us as we wait with hope.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Bring The Rain...
Dad's brain MRI shows "significant changes". Doug, Brennan and I are on our way up soon so that we can be there when the Neurologist comes in. Dad's confusion continues and has even worsened even though he's not on pain medication. I've decided to leave Liam & Landis with my dear Nancy & Duane. I will update when I get home. Please pray...
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
All through the storm...
"Faithful One, so unchanging, Ageless One You're my Rock of peace.
Lord of all, I depend on You. I cry out to You, again & again.
You are my Rock in time of trouble, You lift me up when I fall down.
All through the storm, Your love is the anchor; my hope is in You alone."
Thank you, my dear Joan, for reminding me of this beautiful song. It is so fitting for this walk we're on.
Not much to report today except that Dad was moved back to the wonderful 8th floor to the same room he'd been in and is back in the care of the most amazing nurses ever. One of them helped him shave...he was growing quite a beard but it bothered him. He did super during physical therapy.
But...he was very confused for most of the day. He tried to talk to me on the phone but I couldn't understand him. This could be due to having general anesthesia twice in 4 days, or the side effects of the morphine combined with the muscle relaxers and Vicodin. But it could also be the brain tumor acting up. Dr. Reddy ordered an MRI which was done around 5pm and we should have the results tomorrow. If swelling is indicated, he'll put Dad on steroids to shrink the swelling. Please pray that he sleeps well and wakes alert and is no longer confused.
I didn't get too far on my researching of a 2nd opinion as most multi-faceted facilities want to actually see the patient and right now, Dad's just not strong enough for us to move him. I did email back and forth with a Dr. at Univ. of Penn who said he'd be happy to have a phone consult with Dr. Reddy and I also gave Dr. Reddy the phone # for a Sarcoma specialist @ Fox Chase. He said he'd contact them. We're so thankful for his willingness to admit that this cancer is a bit beyond his knowledge.
So, again, we wait. We're waiting for Dad to gain strength and would love to see him eat more than a few bites. We're waiting for MRI results and phone consultations. We're waiting for God to show us the direction that this road is leading but take comfort in knowing that He has already planned the path and that He will not lead us out of His will. He is our faithful, unchanging Rock and Anchor and we have no choice but to trust Him every minute of every day. To God be the glory...
Lord of all, I depend on You. I cry out to You, again & again.
You are my Rock in time of trouble, You lift me up when I fall down.
All through the storm, Your love is the anchor; my hope is in You alone."
Thank you, my dear Joan, for reminding me of this beautiful song. It is so fitting for this walk we're on.
Not much to report today except that Dad was moved back to the wonderful 8th floor to the same room he'd been in and is back in the care of the most amazing nurses ever. One of them helped him shave...he was growing quite a beard but it bothered him. He did super during physical therapy.
But...he was very confused for most of the day. He tried to talk to me on the phone but I couldn't understand him. This could be due to having general anesthesia twice in 4 days, or the side effects of the morphine combined with the muscle relaxers and Vicodin. But it could also be the brain tumor acting up. Dr. Reddy ordered an MRI which was done around 5pm and we should have the results tomorrow. If swelling is indicated, he'll put Dad on steroids to shrink the swelling. Please pray that he sleeps well and wakes alert and is no longer confused.
I didn't get too far on my researching of a 2nd opinion as most multi-faceted facilities want to actually see the patient and right now, Dad's just not strong enough for us to move him. I did email back and forth with a Dr. at Univ. of Penn who said he'd be happy to have a phone consult with Dr. Reddy and I also gave Dr. Reddy the phone # for a Sarcoma specialist @ Fox Chase. He said he'd contact them. We're so thankful for his willingness to admit that this cancer is a bit beyond his knowledge.
So, again, we wait. We're waiting for Dad to gain strength and would love to see him eat more than a few bites. We're waiting for MRI results and phone consultations. We're waiting for God to show us the direction that this road is leading but take comfort in knowing that He has already planned the path and that He will not lead us out of His will. He is our faithful, unchanging Rock and Anchor and we have no choice but to trust Him every minute of every day. To God be the glory...
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
we will not be shaken.
Psalm 64
5 Yes, my soul, find rest in God;
my hope comes from him.
6 Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
Today was a really hard day for all of us. When we arrived at the hospital, Dad was in and out of it, morphine still dripping into his veins, mumbling in his sleep, and needing oxygen. Being in that room, seeing him like that, made me feel cold inside and I couldn't stop myself from shaking.
Mom, Melissa, Lura & I met with Dr. Reddy. He is still waiting for the biopsy results from the tissue they took out of Dad's right leg last Friday. He's hoping that will confirm his Angiosarcoma diagnosis. He said that his main focus is to get Dad rehabilitated...up and walking...able to go to either inpatient rehab or home and then start chemotherapy. He said he thinks it'll be about a month 'till that gets started. That sounds way too far off for me. He feels that Dad is too weak to move somewhere else right now. (I wish we owned a helicopter!) He does not object to getting a second opinion. We talked about things like living wills, durable medical power of attorneys, hospice, comfort, quality of life...all necessary but none of which I imagined having to talk about so soon. Dad doesn't want to know details so I won't put them on here (for now) but he's anxious for his girls to get working on getting a second opinion. Lura told him we're already on it.
They took him off of morphine after I left and Lura said he was doing great. He was awake, alert, sitting up in the bed. He ate over half of a sandwich (which is alot for him right now) and then ate some of his dinner when they brought it. Physical Therapy came in and did some in-room therapy with him and Lura said she couldn't believe how well he did. His pain is mostly coming on the right side even though he just had surgery on the left side yesterday.
So, for now, we will work on making contact with the doctors whose names have been given to us. Tomorrow, I will speak with Dr. Reddy about who we want to see, who he thinks we should see, whether or not Dad needs to be seen or if we can simply send someone all of this information and have them make a decision based on that. Please pray for wisdom and clear direction for all of us. It seems to me as though Dad is ready to start fighting.
Tonight (and I'm speaking here for my Mom & sisters, too) we are all exhausted. We're tired, emotionally & physically. We're craving more detailed answers with more hope and we're not getting that. Yet again, in all of this, we have hope and rest in our God. He is our rock, our fortress, our mighty salvation. We will not be shaken.
5 Yes, my soul, find rest in God;
my hope comes from him.
6 Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
Today was a really hard day for all of us. When we arrived at the hospital, Dad was in and out of it, morphine still dripping into his veins, mumbling in his sleep, and needing oxygen. Being in that room, seeing him like that, made me feel cold inside and I couldn't stop myself from shaking.
Mom, Melissa, Lura & I met with Dr. Reddy. He is still waiting for the biopsy results from the tissue they took out of Dad's right leg last Friday. He's hoping that will confirm his Angiosarcoma diagnosis. He said that his main focus is to get Dad rehabilitated...up and walking...able to go to either inpatient rehab or home and then start chemotherapy. He said he thinks it'll be about a month 'till that gets started. That sounds way too far off for me. He feels that Dad is too weak to move somewhere else right now. (I wish we owned a helicopter!) He does not object to getting a second opinion. We talked about things like living wills, durable medical power of attorneys, hospice, comfort, quality of life...all necessary but none of which I imagined having to talk about so soon. Dad doesn't want to know details so I won't put them on here (for now) but he's anxious for his girls to get working on getting a second opinion. Lura told him we're already on it.
They took him off of morphine after I left and Lura said he was doing great. He was awake, alert, sitting up in the bed. He ate over half of a sandwich (which is alot for him right now) and then ate some of his dinner when they brought it. Physical Therapy came in and did some in-room therapy with him and Lura said she couldn't believe how well he did. His pain is mostly coming on the right side even though he just had surgery on the left side yesterday.
So, for now, we will work on making contact with the doctors whose names have been given to us. Tomorrow, I will speak with Dr. Reddy about who we want to see, who he thinks we should see, whether or not Dad needs to be seen or if we can simply send someone all of this information and have them make a decision based on that. Please pray for wisdom and clear direction for all of us. It seems to me as though Dad is ready to start fighting.
Tonight (and I'm speaking here for my Mom & sisters, too) we are all exhausted. We're tired, emotionally & physically. We're craving more detailed answers with more hope and we're not getting that. Yet again, in all of this, we have hope and rest in our God. He is our rock, our fortress, our mighty salvation. We will not be shaken.
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