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.