My Sunday was supposed to look like this: wake up, lunch in crockpot, write, kids up, make breakfast, dress, shower, dinner in roaster, church, fellowship luncheon, home, dinner, Bible Study, bed.
Instead, it looked like this: sheer agony, no sleep, finally making the call to my in-laws at 4 a.m. that I needed help, pump what milk I could for Jude, ER, call my husband back from Boise (en route to Nepal), the rallying of friends and family, emergency gallbladder surgery, recovery time, home, husband home, sleeeeeeeeeeep.
Which just goes to show: our plans? Vapor.
Thank you you so much for your prayers. They are much needed!