8 Weeks

Today, almost to the moment, marks the 8-week anniversary of all the insanity that has been our lives as of late.  Even typing that seems surreal - 8 weeks?  Really?

Throughout, God has been faithful and the church - specifically our church - has been amazing.  In the days to come, I hope to be able to process some of the things I saw and in doing so learn something along with you.

Here are the big prayers requests of the week:

1.  The doctors have officially announced that Thursday, August 28th, is Homecoming.  Not with mums and uncomfortable manchildren in suits dancing to music whose lyrics are indiscernible.  We get to come home.  It's like March 5th all over again.  You can pray it happens (and against no weirdness to prevent it) and that the transition is smooth.

2.  The Big Three have gotten off to school two days in a row without much incident.  Maybe we're not so terrible parents after all.  But then again, it's only been two days...

3.  The Queen and I both carry a sense, now that the alleged finish line is in sight, that we are tired down in our bones.  I don't know how to recoup from that.  But we'll need to - physically, emotionally, spiritually, relationally, and every-other-ly you can think of.  She, who has blogged so eloquently lately, may be carrying more than me.

4.  We will have to continue both rehab (for an extended period of time) and nursing skills (for 2 1/2 more weeks) for the Minion when she gets home.  Specifically, we will continue on IV antibiotics for those 2 1/2 weeks.  It's a new skill set we'll need to learn and not mess up.  Pray that we can get the details right and pull together the schedule of rehab appointments.

Thanks to all.  We seem so close.  Talitha Kum.