Going. Going. Going. Gah!

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Going. Going. Going. Gah!

Lately it's been just that. I'm going and going and going..Between Case's fever, poop troubles, all of his care and 3 other needy children there's not much rest for momma. At the end of the day I feel totally exhausted. As I lay in bed I let the things that didn't go my way go and thank god for all that I'm blessed with. As I prepare for yet another surgery on my sweet boy's body (this Wednesday) I feel oddly at peace. This is surgery number 5 not including his GJ tube placements or any other procedure he's gone through. No, it's not fair for a not quite two year old to have endured So. Incredibly. Much already. To know pain daily and to live hooked up to tubes. But I think of the Spiderman quote, "With great power comes great responsibility." Case has a God given power to spread joy, open hearts and bring peace without words. He does this and expects nothing in return. He is incredible. A hero. The least I can do is be strong for him and when I feel like my straight is fading I look to a bigger power. The one who knew what he was doing when He made Case Case.


Isaiah 41:10
So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.


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  1. UnknownDecember 10, 2012 at 11:38 PM

    Beautiful post. Hugs to you and your little pumpkin. I hope you don't mind that I call him that all the time. I called Isaac that when he was younger and it just seems to fit Case so well. It's a major term of endearment from me. I'm so glad I've gotten to know you both a little bit online. It's a gift!

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    1. Liz McNultyDecember 11, 2012 at 7:29 AM

      Oh, I love it! There's not much I mind these days. Ha. I have also enjoyed getting to know you.:)

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  2. SisterDecember 11, 2012 at 7:09 AM

    I needed this today...oddly enough, knowing your plate and awesome super powers to get it all done...Look forward to this afternoon, your girls are such sweeties!! Prayers for the little buddy and his parents tomorrow!

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