An Unpredictable Good Friday

An Unpredictable Good Friday

I’ve often wondered why it’s called “Good” Friday. It’s the day Jesus was tortured, nailed to the cross, and died. I mean, I get it. It was for OUR good … the good of all mankind. But, the Father God had to have been hurting on that...
Comfortable

Comfortable

I told Beau yesterday that I’ve gone from anxious to leaving this hospital to now being comfortable here … maybe comfortable is not the right word, but just accustomed to being here.  That sounds pretty pitiful, but after being here for almost three months...
Critical

Critical

So much has happened since I last posted … more than I ever wanted or expected to happen. “Critical” was the condition she was in last week as we found ourselves in the ICU for three days. Early Tuesday morning, La Petite Belle woke up vomiting. She...