Resting

It’s been a hard couple of days. Steve’s pretty weak, but the pain does seem to be better managed. He has no appetite, and when he can eat, it’s just so very little. I’ve been incredibly stressed out about getting just the “right” foods for him. But, we’ve decided that anything he can get down at this point is “right.” That took some of the pressure off.

The boys came home Sunday, and it’s so nice to have the whole family here. School will start back Monday. Apparently, the rest of the world is still turning. Steve and I both feel a little disconnected with all that’s going on outside our home. In a way, it will be good to be back on schedule with school and such, but I know it’s going to be a difficult balance as well.

I’ve been out of sorts the last few days. Today, I realized that it’s because I’ve been trying to control everything. Striving to make sure we’re doing everything just right. As if God needs us to have things just so before He can do something miraculous. But, there’s no peace in that. Steve and I are both only at peace when we’re completely resting in God.