No word from the Embassy today about our kids. Still waiting. There are children coming home. We hope It’s just a matter of time for Frankie and his crew.  We trust God’s timing and we trust the people that are in place and making the best decisions on our behalf.

I am SPENT

Someone, please tell me what day it is today and what time it is?

Please tell my children that I have not lost my hearing.  I do hear them, I’m just glued to the computer.

Eat?  Seriously?  We are supposed to do that?

Numb, I told Dave today that I feel numb.  Like I’m here but not here in bodily form.

Tired.  Cranky. depleted. Fried.

I’m running on fumes.  I’m sure some of you can relate.  But then I am reminded so quietly that there is a bigger picture being played out here and I need to remember to just breathe.  People are fighting for their lives as rescue efforts continue.  Heartline completed Day 2 of clinic where it was reported by Troy  that, “Our clinic turned into a hospital,and our sewing room into a surgical ward,and an arm was amputated with a reciprocating saw.” So for me to say I’m spent, well I probably need to find a better word.

Frankie is in good hands.  He’s loved.  He’s cared for.  And for now, that will have to be enough.