How are you all today?
We are well. I actually came down with some weird virus Friday night, so I spent all of Saturday in bed, with a fever and achy body and migraine-like headaches. It was fairly awful, but with sickness also comes the kindnesses of my family: sweet get well cards from two of my girls, a kind son who comes up quietly, several times a day, and asks if he can pray for me, and then lays his hand on me and prays fervently. Another son who comes and asks if he can rub my neck for me. And my man, who took the day off to spend with the kids so that I could actually rest.
Sunday came and I felt slightly better, but we stayed home from church and ended up spending time in the yard and garden. It was so restful. Sunday night came, and it dawned on me that I didn't have any lesson planning to do. No weekly clipboard sheets to print out, no math lessons to assign, no new morning time material to find.
We are done for the year. (!)
Monday came, and again I marvelled at all that is now not on our plate. It's actually quite staggering, how much space is suddenly in our schedule. We had a lazy morning, did our chores, and headed to the library. We got stacks and stacks of books and came home, sat on the couch, and read a whole lot of them. It was so satisfying, not to feel like we had other things to get to, something else school-ish to do.
Mark asked how things went, our first Monday of no-school, and I made some remark about how the kids are probably a little unfamiliar with this more relaxed mama of theirs-- (she's more silly and more playful and fun). And I told him that it truly feels good to settle into only being mama, and to check out of my teacher role for a season.
Today the younger kids were getting restless. I suggested board games, but that wasn't a hit. The rain is coming down hard outside, watering our garden for us. I made three batches of playdough and pulled out all the cookie cutters, rolling pins, and knives. They've been at it now for more than an hour. At first they were all pretending they work in a bakery and they were fashioning all sorts of little cookies, pies and tarts, and calling me in every few minutes to show me their creations. Then they played "Chopped" (which they've seen all of two times), calling out a meal --I've overheard spaghetti, kabobs and hamburgers so far-- setting the timer, and then all working individually to make it. Then one of the kids- the preassigned judge, judges their entries. ;)
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Isaac update: Last week I was becoming increasingly anxious about Isaac's health. He has been the same-- still making 4-5 trips to the bathroom every day, with an almost constant urge to go. He still has mucous and blood intermittently. His throat still feels "snotty". He spends nearly 30 minutes in the bathroom each time, so we're talking HOURS out of his day are spent in the bathroom. This has been going on for more than four months. He's tired of it, and has been increasingly discouraged (hence my increasing anxiety).
I pressed in to the Lord again, asking what we should do for him. I keep asking God to lead us, to direct us to answers regarding his health. We don't know what is going on with him, but God-- Creator of his body-- does. I keep asking that God would reveal it to us and impart His perfect wisdom to us. And I keep asking God to heal him, and continue to entrust him to God.
We feel like we've given it ample time to work it's way out of his system, whatever the elusive It is. I spent Friday afternoon on the phone again with Children's Hospital, talking to the nurse a few different times, talking to scheduling, trying to get another appointment with the gastroenterologist. They want us to drive to Seattle to get updated labs. (And--- they can't get us in for an appointment until the end of August.) I also researched a naturopath here in town that could do food allergy testing for him.
On Saturday evening Isaac told me that he'd only gone to the bathroom ONCE. ONE TIME. And it was "normal". (So... not diarrhea.) You guys! My jaw dropped open. This is startling, considering these past several months. I was floored, and just thankful even for this one day of rest for his body, for this one day of reprieve.
On Sunday, he did not go AT ALL. Not once. He told me and I shook my head, in total wonder at what God has done. I don't know if He has healed him or if He is just giving his body rest (both of which we've prayed for), but either way, I am SO thankful.
Monday, he went again, ONCE. He said it was normal, just like it was "before all this started."
I don't have an update yet for today, but I am so incredibly grateful for even these three days of rest for his body; for God's goodness and for His temporary (if not permanent) healing.
Thank you for your faithful prayers, dear friends.