Walking Alone

My UP today is pretty straight forward: Baby is doing better!

Yay!

Her foot is still blue and purple and swollen, but her fever and lethargy are gone and she is happy instead of irritable. She's been hopping around all day as happy as a bunny and smiling about everything.

I know it was through prayer and a blessing that she is able to heal through this so quickly.

I'm so thankful to my Heavenly Father for watching over us.

In those moments of "hard" I tend to think He looks away for a bit, but I quickly realize each time that He always watches over us. It's not always what we want, but we just have to trust in Him.

I think that is the hardest part is not giving up on God. I think we tend to give up on ourselves and other people so we automatically conclude that God must give up on us.

I'm so thankful He doesn't.

Ever.

Remember this poem:

Footprints in the Sand

One night I had a dream.

I dreamed I was walking along the beach

with the Lord..

Across the sky flashed scenes from my life..

For each scene, I noticed two sets of

footprints in the sand,

one belonging to me, and the other to the Lord..

When the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that many times along the path of my life
there was only one set of footprints.
I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest
and saddest times in my life.

This really bothered me 

and I questioned the Lord about it:

"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,

you'd walk with me all the way.

But I have noticed that during the most 

troublesome times in my life 

there is only one set of footprints.

I don't understand why 

when I need you most you would leave me." 

The Lord replied:

"My precious child, I love you and would

never leave you.

During your times of trial and suffering,

when you see only one set of footprints, it was then

that I carried you."

by Mary Stevenson

I heard this poem so often as a youth I started not liking it. It was so cheesy.

But, I guess I haven't heard it for a while and realized that sometimes even cheesy can be inspiring.

Last night Marc and I sat up in bed talking about our kids and all the sweet things they do. We had to giggle and smile about them.

We love them.

A lot.

One of the questions I was asked for the interview this past Monday was, "If I had to do it all over again, would I?"

I don't know if the answer to that will make the cut for the video, but as I went through these last few days with a really sick Baby and thoughts of possibly spending time in the hospital, I remembered all the time I spent with our kids in the hospitals at various times of their lives. I haven't forgotten the experiences, but I've forgotten the anguish and disparity I know I felt then. I'm realizing, now, that those must have been the times the Lord carried me through so that I could survive it all without falling apart. Now, mind you, I fell to my knees, but I didn't fall apart.

I don't know if all of this makes a whole lot of sense, or even matters to you.

I just had to say it.

I just had to take the time to testify that Heavenly Father loves each and every one of us and does not, will not, can not turn his back on us.

Just a flashback at one of the hardest and happiest times of Our Life when Baby was born,
but we had to keep her at the hospital for a while because of breathing issues and jaundice.

We never walk alone.

Day 148 of 365 Days of Up