We are entering day six of our hospital stay. Tarica is sleeping as I write this, and I hope she stays asleep for a long time. She has a PET scan at 3:30 this afternoon and won’t be able to eat or drink until sometime after that. The more hours she sleeps through her fast, the easier it will be.
Behind us are five days of weariness and wonder. Although we hit a few bumps in the road, God has been clearly directing our course. Our prayers, your prayers have been heard and answered. It gives me goosebumps just thinking about it. I can’t wait to tell you all about it.
But it’s a long story, still to be fully lived and written—and of course, I want to tell it properly, without spoiling all the surprises now. Here at the hospital, I barely have five uninterrupted minutes to think, much less write. Although Tarica is doing very well, she is still only five and needs almost constant attention and supervision. This quiet time in the morning is my only break, if I can wake up enough to enjoy it.
God has been so good to us. Thank you for your prayers.
I’ll be back with the beginning of the story sometime soon.