In His arms

The days go past and we can feel how God picks us up and carries us. Some days I jump around excitedly on His lap and others I cry softly against His chest. Lord, when will the hurting stop? Today was the first day of attending to my Mrs. SA obligations again and it feels if I have nothing to offer.

According to me, Aldo is out of his coma. His one eye is open and I can see when he is sleeping and when he is awake. He received some Physio and after a good session the therapist asked him if it was ok if she comes again the following the day. He clearly shook his head, no. He has always been of the opinion that he does not have to exercise, his mother does enough for him as well. I don’t know if I should laugh or cry about his honest answer.

We heard this afternoon that Aldo is going to be weaned of his trachea this week. It was wonderful news especially after they told me in the beginning that he would probably have to live with it for the rest of his life. When they told me that I ran to my room and cried to the Lord that I would not take that words. I begged for mercy from God. I could feel God’s wonderful mercy and grace overwhelming me.

Retha