I hope, I hope!

I think we found our home today! But I am not doing any jigs until I have a signed contract and keys in hand. But I'm hopeful.

It's a decent size, and has a wrap-around balcony on three sides of the apartment, so all the rooms in the house open onto it. It's on the first floor, so there is nobody below us. The landlord seemed to like and trust us, and we gave him a deposit to hold it until we sign a contract. He has an administrator, so I'm praying that person doesn't try and talk him out of it. We'd like to sign the contract by Friday.

He's willing to let us paint whatever color we want, so that is cool.
Anyway, keep praying! Thanks.


Quite the weekend

Last night we had church. It was a good service, and I was feeling really jazzed about it. The atmosphere was jumping, and we had some visitors there who are the kind to be really leery about church. It was good to see them in our midst, enjoying themselves.

I was in the middle of a conversation when Meg came up to me and said "Nic is hurt." This usually means he scraped his knee, so I asked her to tell Troy so I could finish talking to the person. A few moments later, I went outside, and saw that Troy and a few other people were with Nic. Nic, who had blood ALL OVER his face. Lots of blood. I ran back inside to get Carolyn, who is a nurse, and then went to get more paper towels.

I took the paper towel out and asked Troy & Carolyn if I needed to take Nic to the hospital. The answer was definitely yes, so I went back inside, got my purse and asked Jay to drive us to the emergency room.

As I sat in the back seat of Jay's car, holding my bloody little boy tightly in my arms, I was calm. But I was also very angry. I am not one to label every little thing warfare, but I have felt it keenly the last few weeks. I know that our move into the city is a threat, and I have felt the resistance to it in my soul. Yesterday the stakes got a little higher.

Nic cried a little, gulping fearful sobs because of all the blood. I cuddled him close, and prayed with him. My little wounded soldier.

I can feel the war we are in. But I did not despair, because like Meg, who watched the new Narnia movie with us this morning without flinching, I know the end of the story.

Nic was a trooper. He had to go in by himself at first while I took care of paperwork (of course!) and when I came in he was sitting meekly while the nurse cleaned off as much of the blood as she could on his face and hands. He stretched out on the examining table with his little ankles crossed. His hands, encased in blue rubber gloves the doctor gave him, rested in mine peacefully, on his tummy. He winced a few times while they numbed up the gash (he bashed his head against a cement planter and sliced his head wide open) but was completely still while they put 4 stitches among his golden hair, cheerfully answering the doctor's questions as she tried to keep him distracted. The worst part was actually when they took the sterile drape off because he adhesive stuck to his face and hair. He cried big fat tears while we worked it loose.

He's totally fine, and we were done by the time Troy was done tearing down after church. We sat outside and waited for them to pick us up, Nic clutching 2 pairs of gloves, 2 syringes (sans needles) and 2 tongue depressors the doctor gave him. I think she expected him to behave like a tasmanian devil and was a little shocked by his sweet nature. She kept exclaiming about how good he was.

We came home, ate some roast chicken, tortilla and salad and went to bed completely exhausted.

Today is Mother's Day, so I was treated to breakfast in bed, Meg made me a treasure hunt to find her gift, and I have to keep reminding Nic that the present he made at school is actually for ME.

We watched Narnia together piled in our bed, and we have a peaceful day ahead with nothing on the agenda.

I am grateful for all my blessings, especially a brave little boy.

I'll post photos in a bit.
But I do not take lightly attacks on my family. I can still see Meg's forlorn face behind the fence as we pulled away, waving to me as if she was not sure if she should. Thankfully she has a wise Daddy who sat down and cuddled her and talked through it with her.

I still feel Nic trying to swallow his fear about the amount of blood he saw.

From The Message...

"...And that about wraps it up. God is strong, and he wants you strong. So take everything the Master has set out for you, well-made weapons of the best materials. And put them to use so you will be able to stand up to everything the Devil throws your way. This is no afternoon athletic contest that we'll walk away from and forget about in a couple of hours. This is for keeps, a life-or-death fight to the finish against the Devil and all his angels.

Be prepared. You're up against far more than you can handle on your own. Take all the help you can get, every weapon God has issued, so that when it's all over but the shouting you'll still be on your feet. Truth, righteousness, peace, faith, and salvation are more than words. Learn how to apply them. You'll need them throughout your life. God's Word is an indispensable weapon. In the same way, prayer is essential in this ongoing warfare. Pray hard and long. Pray for your brothers and sisters. Keep your eyes open. Keep each other's spirits up so that no one falls behind or drops out..."