Jude and David flew away this morning.
Silas and I are staring four long, lonely days in the face.
Jude is having a small out patient surgery tomorrow. Nothing serious, but there's anesthesia, hospitals, doctors, and no momma by his side. It made sense for him to go to another city. The care is better. Practicality suggested that David should take him, and I should hold down our little fort. But practicality and feeling aren't always friends, right?
Last night I was on my way out for one last jog before entering four days with no baby break. Tears were welling up. I was seriously considering throwing the plan to the wind and catching the night train with Silas so we could be there for the surgery. Just when my heart was feeling more than a little faint, the song changed on my shuffle and these words came blaring through:
His grace is sufficient for me, though I am weak, He is strong.
His grace is sufficient for me.It is indeed sufficient. For times of plenty and times of want. For times when things feel safe, and times when they feel a little out of control. His grace is sufficient.
If you think of it, say a little prayer for us to our very big God.
We are feeling faint hearted. Thankfully, He is strong.