So my three worst fears are realized.....


1.) Samuel is really sick with pneumonia

2.) I have a mouse in my apartment (MY BIGGEST BIGGEST FEAR!)

3.) All while Josh is gone for the weekend....


Ok God, what is the point?

So as ironic as it is, I have this strange peace about me. Last night it all started. Josh went to drill (he goes once a month with the National Guard) thinking that he was coming home last night and leaving today for the day. Wrong. He was leaving last night, called me in a panic and said "I HAVE A HUGE PROBLEM, YOU HAVE TO PACK A BAG I"M LEAVING IN A HALF HOUR!" So I race all of his stuff to him just as the bus is pulling out....He's going to be gone until Sunday. Then, fear number 2. I go to bed like a responsible adult at around 10:30. I get a phone call from my husband at midnight. I get up to talk to him because everything was so rushed. Right as I get off the phone with him what do I see? Oh ya...A little black mouse running out of my bedroom. My first instinct? Run like hell to a chair. So I did just that, called my husband back in a panic and what did he do? Anything a typical mean male would do. Laugh hysterical. "Your on your own babe. Sorry." So I called my brother and after a few mouse jokes about nibbling at my feet, asking for it to cook for me, la la, I finally got my brother, my sister, and her boyfriend over to try and kill the mouse. Guess what happened? Nothing. I slept at the house by myself, dreaming of the mouse, and when I wasn't sleeping, I was hearing it run in and out of my bedroom. It is a miracle I am alive today. No one understands my fear of this little mouse.

So then, comes Samuel. He has been sick with asthma for about 2 weeks now. He is on pulmacort, xopanex, pregnisone, and cingulair. What does that add up to? HYPER. Anyway, he wasn't getting better so I kept bringing him back to the doctor. Nothing. So tonight I saw he was really delirious and just didn't look right. So I brought him to the hospital. What did they find? Pnemeunia and an ear infection. But thank God I have been treating him for the asthma because it could have had long term effects on him had I not been treating him. Thank God! He is finally of the pregnisone which is a really serious steroid, but he's still really being drugged up. Please pray for his healing. I now have to add an anti-biotic to the mix. My poor baby.

So there is my weekend so far. So what is God doing? I prayed a prayer that God would help me to trust him in every situation. I would like to personally thank God for bringing up EVERY SINGLE situation he could think of. But, you win God...I trust you!!