I started this blog to catalog my youngest son's struggle with food intolerance, failure to thrive and the process of surrendering my will to a God who has plans that I cannot always fathom. At the time of that journey, I had no idea what lay ahead. I assumed the worse when the doctor told me "your son will NEVER eat like a normal child." Today he is a thriving, happy first grader who is affectionately known in our home as "mouse." We call him that because he was always so small, and because his voice is so squeaky cute! Those days of his illness are like a distant memory, and all that remains is a tiny scar on his belly where his G-tube once was.
Sometimes God answers our prayers the ways we hope, and sometimes he is silent, but always He is with us. I'll be the first to admit I am a slow learner. I'm still in the process of learning to trust God as I raise four rambunctious children and one with special needs. This is the story that God is writing on the tablet of my heart. My prayer is that you find hope and healing as we expect the unexpected together . . .