In the middle of a week when I feel like I’m drowning, when my feet can’t find ground to stand on and I wonder about this school year and will I ever find time to cook my family a meal or vacuum the floors, and as I drive to the minor emergency clinic to confirm my suspicion about the hacking coughs born by the younger two, I get a phone call from my beloved.
We have received our presidential dispensation and **should** be out of IBESR soon.
And my heart skips a beat and I don’t know what to say, other than Praise You, Lord! While many months and steps still lie ahead, my heart is blessed and we are all encouraged. As we have watched others in the process with us, we had begun to give up hope she would be home before next summer. But hope returns. Amania Hope.
For His Glory ~