Hard pressed

We are hard pressed on every side, yet not crushed;

we are perplexed, but not in despair;

persecuted, but not forsaken;

 struck down, but not destroyed.

2 Corinthians 4:8-9

 

On Monday and everyday since I have felt our family is under attack. A year and a half of ups and downs, months  of seizures, 6 weeks of high dose steroids, a month of weekly doctor appointments and hospital visits and this happens. I just want to ask "Lord why?"

One in every 500 kids, Lord why? Why her ? Why now? 

 

I ran across this scripture today from a book a very good friend, Sherry, and it gave me encouragement. 

 

We are doing okay. Day two with T1D at home. Madeline rain high BG all morning and before lunch it was over 300 so we have to check her ketones. Fortunatley there was no trace of them.

 

We met with the school nurses today and made a plan for her care in her classroom. I am very fortunate that I will be there, but I do want it managed by others first then me as a back up. 

We have to check her blood sugar about 5 or more times a day. She is getting the hang of it, but still not ready to try it on her own. 

Tonight for the first time her Blood sugar was in the normal range, so only one insulin shot before bed. 

I just hate knowing she will have to do this the rest of her life.  Why Lord? 

Clara is going through something herself, prednisone wean? She is very emotional, tired, and back to not eating very much. She had to be held pretty much all day. Thanks goodness for grandfathers, who came and helped us with her. 

Such a full plate. Why so full? 

I don't know what tomorrow will hold. I don't know the whys, But I do know we are not crushed, destroyed, in despair, or forsaken. With Him there is the promise of that. No greater love is the love of God who reaches One hand out, to guide us through the next day.