A Time to Pray . . .

My mother-in-law currently lies in the hospital under heavy sedation with some sort of unknown infection in her ear that potentially endangers her brain. We have such sketchy details, as we live hours away. The summaries we receive via phone do not paint a rosy picture. She recently returned from South Africa on a visit to her daughter and family, which poses a host of unknowns . . . but God knows.

I would be grateful to any who choose to join our family in sending up prayers in Gloria's behalf.

Necessarily, my blog retreat will stretch a bit longer.

Tomorrow Lydia turns 14 . . . the celebrations will go on as planned, but surely a shadow will fall over the day.

I shall retreat again for now, as I feel a bit overwhelmed by the events of this day. Thank you in advance to all my sweet, sweet friends who read and understand that life whirls in a messy sort of way . . . How good it is to grasp another's hand in the whirlwind, even as we sit under His tender wing.