02/24/2026
We are all kinda having a rough start to our week. Everyone is still working the shutdown except Nolan (the baby of the house) was vomiting all night . He hardly ever gets sick. In an over abundance of caution we took some over the counter rapid Covid, flu A&B tests all negative. Jordan has been upset all day with a heart rate in the 140s-150s. Our private duty nursing has not started as promised and the “approved” shower chair orders now needs to be rewritten in a more specific way for the durable medical company Great American. Also all the therapies need to be recertification, so we have to explain how his insurance has a clause because of it being a traumatic brain injury that he has unlimited services . It’s just a lot of phone calls and fighting for the things Jordan needs. I’ve been focusing my prayer this week on something my church posted so I’ll just repeat it here.
A Word for the Weary – Psalm 147:3
There are moments in life when the hurt feels too deep for words—when grief lingers, hope feels fragile, and healing seems far away. Psalm 147:3 reminds us that God does not overlook our pain. He leans in close to the brokenhearted. He sees every tear, every ache, every silent prayer whispered in the dark.
Our God is not distant from our suffering. He is a healer who gently binds our wounds, piece by piece, with compassion and love. Healing doesn’t always come instantly, but it always comes intentionally. In His hands, nothing is wasted—not even our pain.
If your heart feels heavy today, rest in this promise: you are not forgotten, and you are not alone. God is near, and He is at work, restoring what has been broken and breathing hope back into weary hearts. 🤍