Beyond Bringing Up Boys

Things are more than a little crazy around here today. Actually it began last night when Seth broke his foot (in at least 2 places). Then I forgot to give the dog away before the roofing company came this morning. Boomboomboom. Woofwoofwoofwoof. Boomboomboomwoof woof woof. “Mommy! Please carry me!” Boomboom. Arfarf. “Mommy! Help!” Yeah, you got the idea. “Girl, you gotta get outta there for awhile,” my friend said when she called this morning. I’m laughing, I really am. The normal sounds of a house of boys will sound like peace and quiet after this! Another cry for help...Gotta run.

If you have been reading my blog over this last year and have followed some of my links, they may have lead you to families who are in the midst of severe trial and suffering. At Ashley's Story you can read about a little girl who had a multi-organ transplant and then got cancer from the anti-suppressant therapy. Baby Noah , who has a terminal mitocondrial disease or Heather, a young mom, who has a brain tumor. Nate, who chronicles the days of his wife, Trisha, who has Cystic Fybrosis. Just as Trisha was being processed for a double lung transplant, they discovered the bittersweet news of her pregnancy. They chose to continue the pregnancy, knowing that the survival of both mommy and baby was 50%. These are just a few. Many of the lives behind the blogs that I followed have found ultimate healing . And I have sat behind my computer screen and cried. Often I’ve been asked if I knew the people behind those links. "No," I’d reply. Then “Why do you read them? They are so ...