May was a very crazy month. Lots of fun, but really crazy. As we looked ahead to June, we knew it would be equally crazy. However, we looked forward to knowing that we didn't have anything going on for Memorial Day weekend. Until our AC went out.
Then I left for Atlanta, Georgia to meet my newest nephew the following Thursday. We had several friends who offered their help to us during this time, and were blessed by a lady in our church who opened her home to us.
The AC was fixed on Friday after Memorial Day, Curtis and the kids "moved back home" on Saturday, and I came home from Atlanta on Sunday, after a five hour delay in Atlanta.
On Thursday, June 9th, the kids and I headed to Wichita to help my mom with VBS since my dad was going to be out of town.
During all this, my Papa Johnston suffered two heart attacks. His health started to rapidly decline, and he entered congestive heart failure.
So Curtis is in College Station, holding down the fort there. The kids and I are in Wichita, helping with VBS. My dad is out of the country. And we're just waiting to see when Papa will pass away. I'm feeling weary from all that life has offered to us in the past few weeks, but trying to rest in God's perfect plan.
No comments:
Post a Comment