Thursday, February 27, 2014

Richly Blessed

I cannot believe it has been almost a year since my last post. . . honestly I tried posting several times but for some reason could not get into my account.  Today I had some thoughts that I had to get written down and I had no problem at all getting into the account. . . strange.  The year has flown by . . . here the three are now.  


Not much has changed . . . just lots of new life breathed into our princess and lots of warrior spirit living out of the two princes.
The MRI was postpones because of the large amount of snowfall a couple of weeks back.  So tomorrow is the day . . . 10 months post chemo.  Dr. says that slow growing tumors tend to show themselves around this time if there is any "tumor" life left. . . . But we are still standing firm declaring death of all "tumor" cells!

Family Update:

We were all excited with the news earlier this month that there was a 4th baby whaley trying to flourish. . . Elaina was picking out names and getting ready to share her space with her new sibling. . . she couldn't contain the excitement. . . my eagerness was soon shaken by some complications. . . I dreaded telling the kids. . . especially Elaina. . . knowing she would be crushed hearing she would never get to kiss, hold, or even change stinky diapers (which she willingly agreed to). one of the hardest days in my life. . . I held her tight . . .we shared tears . . . LOTS. . . praising God for his perfect plan for our lives. . . wondering what was going on in heaven at that moment. . .
I reminded her that the lost is already being restored. He is faithful . . . She looked at me with those big brown, tear filled eyes and grinned . . . Phew! . . . I am still broken. . . staying close to my loving Father . . my life is a work I know God will finish . . . Thankful he isn't finished with me yet. . . I learn so much when I am a mess . . .  
These past two weeks have been long and trying on my tender heart.  Good can arise. . .  When the hurt is so deep I can barely breath yet I feel overwhelming love from the spirit. . . . the only way to explain that is GOD's LOVE.  And how he uses other sisters to richly bless in the midst of the brokenness. .  . reminding me he is cradling my face. . . . wiping my fears away. . . storing my tears in a bottle like a treasure. . . That I am precious to him. . . He restores all that is lost . . . His power is made perfect in my weakness. . .
   

Just like water that can restore the dry cracked earth. . . 


Rivers of living water will restore the broken within. 

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