If I could tell me...

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If I could go outside of myself, hug myself and tell myself one thing, it would be that's it's going to be okay. I've never met a mom of a child just like Case. I've never had anyone say that they know exactly what I'm going through or what my future holds but some nights I wish I did. Tonight, all of a sudden Case felt hot. I took his temp and it was 103. Because of his kidney problems, this could potentially be a big deal. I'm suppose to call his pediatrician anytime he has a temp over 102. So, of course I called right away and if Tylenol didn't work I was suppose to rush him to the ER. This started to get to me. I started to think that maybe I'm not cut out for this. At the drop of a hat our lives could change. There's no guarantee that anything will ever be normal or easy. If I could jump outside of myself on nights like this and give myself a hug the one thing I would say is that it's going to be okay. That I am strong enough for this. That comfortable is overrated and easy is a a thing of the past. I would tell myself that I'm made for this that I can do this and that just when I think I'm too weak a God given strength will shine threw. I would tell myself that every thing is going to be okay. "How do you know?" I would ask myself. "Because you can do ALL things threw Christ who strengthens you!" would be my answer...




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  1. AnonymousNovember 25, 2012 at 10:50 PM

    You WERE made for this...love you!

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  2. TanaPeckhamNovember 27, 2012 at 5:00 AM

    God never gives us more than we can handle... He knows u are exceptionally strong! He blessed you with a 3 great girls and an amazing husband to help you through this, you can't deny the results... Look how far Case has come!

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