Today I have two friends that are struggling. Struggling to just move forward in their days. I was so grateful to be able to go and help, to relieve some of the pressure. She is so beautiful and it is so upsetting to watch post partum depression have it's way in her life. I found myself praying for her while I just held her baby and Noah played with her son. I am grateful today for my struggles because although at the time I thought I might not make it through, I know now how to help another mother going through similar feelings.
My other friend, I'm completely helpless! I have no idea what to say. I don't know what I can do to even begin to take an ounce of the pressure off. Her 3 year old has brain cancer. He is so sick. He is so thin. He is so frail. I think that if we let ourselves we could even believe that he may be dying. It's the most horrific thing that I've ever witnessed. I have prayed along with thousands of others, every day for over a year for God to heal him. I have asked for him to give them strength. I don't know how long he expects that they can do this for but it is simply horrific. I wish that I could do or say something. I find that even my emails are just one or two lines. I want her to know that she is always on my mind. But I have no idea what to say. It sure seems silly to me to complain about wetting my pants or having to wash my sheets for the third time in three days. And the amazing thing about this friend though is that she always seems to care about what is going on in my not so dramatic life. God I just pray blessings on their family. I pray for healing for that little boy. I pray that you continue to remain right by their side as the endure the unthinkable.
