WWII and little ones surgery

I know you are probably thinking, "What on earth do these two topics have in common?"Well, they don't unless you are in the middle of reading a series on pre-WWII Europe and England. Before my son's surgery to remove his adenoids I was reading a particularly difficult portion of this book on how children of political prisoners were not allowed to leave any areas of the Reich so that they could be used to make parents tell what they knew.As I pondered the idea of having to betray people to protect my child from harm I just knew I would never be able to do it.So, here is where the surgery came in. My son had a simple adenoidectomy. When he awoke in the recovery room he was just in tears from the pain in his throat. I did everything I possibly could to help ease the pain before they were able to give him some pain meds. I just could not stand to see him so upset. I knew it was minor pain but I just wanted it to stop.Back to pre-WWII Europe and England and what the Jewish people had to endure and what the children had to endure and I see evil. Just pure evil and wonder if this generation of people would speak out against such atrocities if they were to occur in this day and age.My son came through the surgery quite well. He is pretty much back to himself. I praise God for that. He is my source of strength and my only hope if the world ever goes mad again like it did in WWII.

Tough Week

I love the way the Lord works. This past month has been one of the toughest months of my life and this week the culmination of it all. And, it is only Monday!
I have watched sin devastate two families this past month. It has been heartwrenching and humbling. It is a situation where there is nothing to be done but pray. People are making their own choices and turning their backs on God. They do not want to hear truth and are running to whomever will tell them what their itching ears want to hear. But in all of this, I still see God's hand doing a mighty work. I see quiet, insecure individuals taking a stand for God and family. I see faithful Christians hurting at the harm this is doing to the body of Christ yet praying for God's glory to be revealed in it all. I see those who have fallen trying desperately to hang on to God and I see God answering them with words of comfort and love to remind them of who He is. There are children involved yet I know that my God is with them and will hold them through this. I know that character and faith can be grown during these trials. I have had to examine my own heart and allow God to tweak it. What mercy He shows! I see Satan attacking a church body with both barrels and that same body falling on it's knees in petition to the one who can defeat him. And, I have peace in this storm. Tired? Yes. Weary? More than you can know? Peaceful? Yes, with a peace that only God can give.
The Lord is my strength and sheild. He is the anchor in the storm and the anchor holds. What a mighty God we serve!

Beginnings

Hi all,
This is my first attempt at blogging. I am hoping to keep it updated for all to keep up with my family and the goings on in my family. We are currently on Spring Break and will end our break and be home soon. I will be going home to a new house since our house was painted, carpeted and the floors retiled while we were gone. I can't wait to see it. Keeping it looking new with the kids back home should be a challenge. But, isn't that what life is all about?
I will try to add pictures when I figure out how to do that.