Another Day in Paradise

Each and every day my husband's favorite phrase is "just another day in paradise."
He uses this phrase over and over and over.
With a smile it rolls off his tongue.
My husband has no worries.. Maybe because he is a man or that he is good about hiding his feelings.
Me on the other hand I am a worrier.  I worry about a lot and a lot of times I have to stop and remind
myself to hand these worries over to our Lord.  Lately my worries were raising the funds for our adoption.

 With unexpected medical and other unexpected fees this has caused us many delays.
The pass several days I have not blog nor I posted for needing funds and during this time we have needed
these the most.  Like most families we are like them we have to raise some of our funds. And no better
reason to beg than to beg or your child or children.  Very sad when a person comes to this low in begging.
I remember the first time I met someone begging I was 7 years old in Alabama.  An older woman was begging for some change in front of a grocery store for something to eat. Growing up on a farm we always had food.. Because we grew most all our food.  So my mother carried over a basket of vegetables and some fruit. It was then I knew we had to be there for one another in this world.

Something about Braska photo and her story and her brother Zack's story.  As I vision them both being separated and both living with CF I thought how these children must feel.  And what they must be dealing with and one day be pulled apart from one another. I could not imagine first off living in an orphanage more or less with a sibling and one day they were gone. Not this is not fair nor is life some days.

Lately these pass few weeks I learned a lot of about life.  You think being my age I have seen all and been through days of pain and worries.  I have develop friendship from all so many people whom I never personally met. As I now today feel like that older woman in Alabama begging for my children to come home.  I have sat down and budget and planned.  But it seems when you plan the most it is not just the funds you need to worry about it is the grief from others that is included in the worries.  If I could only open up others hearts and fill them with my own heart at this moment they would cry beside me. 

In October I realize our Lord has plans in a direction I am having a hard time with.  Seeing one of my children ill and helplessly nothing I can do but pray and wait.  At this moment I am handing all these worries to our Lord funds and all.  For my heart, stomach and head can not deal with these no longer..
I learn in life there is nothing in life than comes with out a price or a worry.

Let me stop and pray.. And I ask everyone else to remember to pray also..