Not To Be

Well, Rees' really, really hoping (See previous post.) to avoid a hospital admission and enjoy a little brother's birthday and his own graduation ceremony and Great Strides is not to be.

                                                   Providence Hospital, our other home.




Sometimes, you can do everything right with nutrition and exercise and medications but those sophisticated bacteria still win and healthy lungs are not to be.

                                                        Pseudomonas aeruginosa             




Sometimes, you can read the right books, pray the right prayers, listen to the right music, and watch the right movies, but you still grit your teeth and shake your fist because being spiritual and heavenly-minded is not to be.

                                           Right now, I just do not care about heaven.






Sometimes, the knowledge that Jesus loves my kids more than I do makes no sense, and consolation for my hurting heart is not to be.

                                              Safer than a mother's arms, but still...






So for the next three weeks, we'll be in between Providence Hospital and home, asking Saint Therese and Emilie Gamelin, foundress of the Sisters of Providence, to pray for Rees.  And Addie.  And their doctor.  And their parents.  And all of us.  That certainly is to be.


Love,
Allison