July 2nd. We knew something was off. Three months in. Several specialists. Two epidurals. Multiple nerve meds. Minimal relief.
Exhausted. Eric insists on preaching. His studies and teaching keeps him grounded, while remaining connected.
Taking care of a loved one is taxing. There’s an undercurrent of low grade anxiety. The helplessness leads to hopelessness. Not every day. Just the harder ones.
Surgery tomorrow morning. Depleted, I turn to God. And The Father reminds me of how He has taken care of everything. He has brought in practical support. Friends to prayerfully uplift. Christ’s PEACE to carry us through. Truly grateful.
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