My eyes are weary from waiting to see you keep your promise...Psalm 119:123
...and so while I wait, I will delight in the little things in this beautiful life you have given me. My spirit is tired and stretched, so I hold firmly onto your hand. Sam waits patiently for his new heart, living to the best he can with part that he has. It is I who grow weary Lord, because I see him struggle with the cold weather, his ice cold fingers red and blue, his red mottled cheeks. I see him struggle for breath, trying to keep up with his big brother, coughing uncontrollably when exerted too much. I am challenged Lord by this path that we walk, and I cannot do it alone, my own heart cannot bear it, I must be filled with you, if I am to last one day longer.
long walks in the park...
and sharing our journey whenever we can, to encourage others in their trials.