Crooked paths.

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"I am trying to understand
How to walk this weary land
Make straight the paths that crookedly lie
Oh Lord, before these feet of mine
Oh Lord, before these feet of mine"

I've been traveling a crooked path and all I see I one step ahead. This land can be weary but blessed. I am overwhelmed with the amount of blessings Case and his story bring, spiritually and monetarily. As I was speaking to his Genetic Councilor today (yeah, we chat on the phone, lol) I started thinking about what a special Case we really have. Noone, not one of his doctors, nurses or therapists have ever met a child just like Case. He's complicated and so far, un-figured out. It's been a long, exhausting journey and its only just beginning. But for every complication Case has received a hundred blessings. He was sent to us to show us how precious life is. He's opened my eyes to a huge, beautiful world of people who have hearts of gold and love that reaches far beyond their 4 walled homes. I am in awe of the dedication all 20+ doctors, therapists and specialists have for Case. They won't give up on him and will help his father and I give him the best quality of life possible. You see, Case's tiny body is full of complications and although he's beat the odds and appears "normal" he's got a lot up against him but he's always smiling. When most complain about the weather, Case gets poked, prodded, cut open and tube fed without complaining. He see the good in a world full of bad and he brings out the best in us. If we all could be just a little more like our special Case, the world would be a better place.:)




Love this song.:)

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