Seven days can sometimes go real slow. At least it has this week. Sorry I have not updated you guys here on our progress since coming home last Sunday! (10/28)

I have tried to sit down at this computer to share with you guys so many times and wisdom has gotten me up to go tend to what is more important.

We are still needing your prayers through this PROCESS.

The doctors said time and time again the word that I have spoken here in this place with you. This is a process.

Healing is a process. {Oh the truth that screams at me through that statement!}

Our motto this week has been focusing on:

Today is better than yesterday and tomorrow will be better than today.

Kevin’s appetite is gaining ground….little by little.

His strength is getting better too…we just have to keep convincing him of this hourly. Walking is what he is trying to do many times a day. We take for granted that simple task in our day when we have not had surgery. Showers are another big drainer of energy, but necessary if you know what I mean! 🙂

Continued prayers are needed for patience through the continual process of healing physically and emotionally.

Today’s devotional quieted my soul this morning so it is where I tie the end to my rope and hang on today…

“Walk Peacefully with Me through this day. You are wondering how you will cope with all that is expected of you. You must traverse this day like any other: one step at a time. Instead of mentally rehearsing how you will do this or that, keep your mind on My Presence and on taking the next step. The more demanding your day, the more help you can expect from Me. This is a training opportunity, since I designed you for deep dependence on your Shepherd-King. Challenging times wake you up and amplify your awareness of needing My help.

When you don’t know what to do, wait while I open the way before you. Trust that I know what I’m doing, and be ready to follow My lead. I will give strength to you, and I will bless you with Peace.”

Hebrews 13:20-21
“May the God of peace, who through the blood of the eternal covenant brought back from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great Shepherd of the sheep, equip you with everything good for doing his will, and may he work in us what is pleasing to him, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory for ever and ever.”

Psalm 29:11
“The Lord gives strength to his people; the Lord blesses his people with peace.”

– Jesus Calling (November 4th)

Sometimes the only thing that we need to hear God say is…”When you don’t know what to do, wait while I open the way before you.”

This week, I found this blog from a blogger friend and I just had to post knowing that it would encourage someone else out there whether you are a caretaker of someone who is processing through an illness or even just of little ones or a spouse.

Life can sometimes drain the mess out of us. Sitting at the feet of Jesus is MANDATORY in my world. I will fight for that time early in the morning and even cancel early morning routines to just sit there for at least 10 minutes and listen to Jesus. If you haven’t done that in awhile…try it. God is waiting…remember your life is His.

http://vimeo.com/52504013

It’s His. Not mine.

I wake into His day. Not mine.
He made it and holds it.
Loves it. Controls it.
Working it all towards a further unfolding
of His plan.
I’m so small in the grand scheme –
me stepping around folded clothes
and creaky stairs,
not wanting to wake little ones holding their teddy bears.
While He sits enthroned in glorious splendor.
I’m so small yet so loved.
So small yet pursued from above,
by my Maker.
Pursued. And purchased.
At a high price that I wouldn’t live
under the advice of a world that’s
confused and fearful,
desperate and tearful,
weak and scornful.
But purchased with crimson that little me
would have redemption.
Set free to be a giver of love,
a pourer of grace,
a receiver of mercy,
a stander in faith.
Free.
So I sit in my morning chair.
Breathing a few moments of quiet air.
Drinking His living water that my soul
would joyfully bear today.
It’s His.
Not mine.

This poem came from her…not me.

Sitting at His feet,