One Year Ago...

One year ago today, Dylan got unexpectedly and inexplicably sick, throwing our lives into an out-of-control tailspin for the next six months. Once the fear of losing him was finally passed (thanks to the fasting and prayers of so, so many people!) and he was on the long and rough road to recovery, his doctor promised me that in a year the whole thing would be nothing more than a very bad nightmare. It was so hard to believe at the time. But now Dylan is running around happy and perfectly healthy, and I am sleeping again (mostly) and life is good. Really, really good.

Last night we were rearranging bedrooms and under the bunk bed we found a big box of syringes and other medical supplies left over from the time that those syringes were my life - every few hours, day and night, for months on end. I cringed at the sight of them. I am so happy to report that, a year later, the doctor was right. The whole thing seems like nothing more than the most horrific nightmare.

The Lord is so very good. We have so much to be thankful for today.

I am so glad we woke up!