Update 19

Thanks for checking in this morning. It is hard to believe that it has been exactly one week since we walked into the hospital for a fairly straight forward surgery on Joel's lung and ended up at where we are now. Time in a hospital is a weird black hole. I have trouble remembering what day it is and really have no concept of what is going on beyond these four walls. The hours of our day are segments of time spread between blood draws, breathing treatments, pain medicine dosages, physical therapy and on and on it goes. It feels weird to hear people tell me about the normal details of their day because anything going on outside of this hospital seems like such a foreign concept to me. Life ever returning to normal seems so far away but yet I know each day leads us closer to getting there. That's what give us both strength to keep going-keep pushing-keep fighting.Last night was such an amazing night. Our son came up to see his Daddy for the first time in 6 days. I knew he had missed him. He kept walking around the house saying "Dada" and Joel had asked me several times "How's Bubs (Milo) doing?" He even told me one day to tell Milo how hard he is fighting for him. I've blogged this before but having a child has given me new revelations about how God loves me. I've never known a love like I have for my son. And what's crazy is that God loves my son even more than I do and even greater is that He loves me that same way. So as I watched my son with his father it just reignited a portrait to me of how much He loves us and that He is holding us so close to His chest and that is where we find our strength, our rest and our peace-right there in our Daddy's arms.

My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. (Psalm 73:26 NIV)

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