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The Plague

I am sorry I have been MIA, but I believe I was hit with a resurgance of the Plague. Ok it was the flu followed by strep throat, but either way it was no fun.  I am still fighting the awful strep. Not to be too gross, but th e puss pockets in the back of my throat leave an awful taste in my mouth. Not much fun.

Still, we have had our good moments too. Snowflake is doing well with her spelling words. She had a Sock Hop to celebrate the 50th day of school and lots of friends are praying for us.  All in all I shouldn't complain.

Right now I am wide awake listening to my daughter sleep and it hits me how blessed we are.  We have a warm and cozy house, we are safe and well fed, for all the sickness we are fighting we have doctors and medicine to help.  Lots of blessings indeed.

May you see the joy of blessings within the trials and spend this month thanking Abba for all He has done and continues to do for us.


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