Waiting ...

... is the worst part. We wait for test results to come back. We wait to have a definitive diagnosis. We wonder if whatever it is on K's brain is getting worse as we wait. We hope and pray to know soon in which direction we need to move for her care.And while we wait, we do our best to focus on the daily routine of life, but sometimes find ourselves worried into a state of general paralysis. The needs of other family members go unmet, important activities are forgotten, patience wears thin, and basic household tasks feel like a daily hike up Mt. Everest. Thankfully, those times do not come that often and prayer and service are good antidotes. I find myself praying A LOT these days.

The things we have learned through two childhood health crises are perhaps these - that science is anything but exact; the medical profession often leaves you with more questions than answers; doctors are not gods; and finally, that if we did not have our faith in a God who is greater and more wise than all of the science in the world of man, we would be truly lost when situations like this arise.