Lately I haven't really wanted to blog. Kids have been sick with the flu this past week. Although I must say I have had to stay home, the house is in better order. I've realized how crazy it gets when I'm not home. I also noticed I can't keep it straight when I'm teaching so many classes.

I have had time to think about the past and how I've always focused on helping to make another dollar. I realize how fast the boys are growing and where time has gone is gripping. But I know before long they will all one day be on their path to life.

I realize that as they grow they no longer need me as much. However, this flu has made me realize a mother's love helps one through the hardest of times. Each day the boys were so ill that tears would run down their faces. Fear of dying was a reality. Pain they've never felt existed. We rarely appreciate our health when we have it each day. We don't even think at times to Thank God for our health.

I know I've realized this these past few days. I'm grateful God has given me the health to help my boys. I feel needed wiping their tears and giving them hugs. Telling them that "Everything is going to be OK." Reassuring them that they will be themselves again.

I ponder how parents of critically ill children console their children day after day. This is so difficult if only for a couple of weeks. One sees the end of the trial but to see a child dying of luekemia or other illnesses must reach it's toll. I pray for these parents. Lord give them the stregnth to continue to encourage their children to undergo their procedures to good health one day. Help all these parents, Lord.

Amen