If you’ve been following along on our 15-year-old’s medical saga of the past two months, you know things are rather crazy in our home. I’m sad to say that this faint-free spell only lasted a week. We’ve had code blue calls from her school the past two days in a row again.

Our nerves are so tightly strung that the phone can’t ring or a door open without us physically jumping, every muscle tightly wound, ready to respond to the next medical crisis. Rick called to say, “I love you,” yesterday, and instead of answering the phone with my typical “Hi Handsome,” I saw his number on the screen and grabbed it with a panicked, “Is everything OK?” God is the anchor we are clinging to, but this is HARD!

Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.

While our 18-year-old was driving our girl and me to her doctor yesterday, our son nearly had to pull over the car because of sudden, rather intense chest pain and trouble breathing. He got us safely to her doctor, I called my mom to come take over with R., then I rode along with J. who was able to drive himself to urgent care two blocks away. A breathing treatment did wonders and our oldest is now carrying an asthma inhaler. So thankful this medical issue was quickly addressed and had a cut and dry solution!

When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought me joy.