Because life tends to be not what we intend...
Dan and I were woken up today at 4:11 (the same time she woke me up a couple weeks ago... that is either her witching hour or I need to put new batteries in my bedroom clock) with Little Miss E wanting to come sleep in our room. I caved, then she was so fidgety I told her we'd go back to her room. In what quickly became a Hinton-James-Freshman-Year flashback, I said "E, are you gonna throw up?" and she said "No, Momma, I'm not gonna.... *insert yarf here*". Yep. For the 4th time in two and a half weeks, she had the pukes.
For the next two and a half hours, Dan and I held hair back, helped wash her mouth out, rubbed her back, and loved on that girl.
Today we took her to the doctor (again) and were given some help. Our A-M-A-Z-I-N-G doctor told us that she'd seen nothing but tummy problems today at work... so there is comfort in that... but seriously. We're ready for a break. (And she HAS to get better before her birthday!)
So my time of prayer today wasn't exactly what I'd hoped. Granted, it was totally good (and a little puke-focused in the wee hours of the morning)... but it left me wanting a bit more. (Funny how that works, eh?) I'm committing another day to that focus... keep hittin' me up, people. It's been a joy and an honor to pray for you today.
Oh, and it was also a joy and an honor to watch Glee. Did anyone else catch that Kurt has great handwriting and put "Elizabeth" as his middle name?
I'll be talkin' to ya...