Last week, we were caught up in the whirlwind of excitement, watching God move our financial mountain, taking a certified check for $7,225 to the placing agency, and getting started on our homestudy packet.
This week, the pace and the mood is much more slow and serious. My grandfather, who was battling brain cancer, after battling lung cancer, died early Monday morning. On top of that, some personal things just seem to keep dragging out, and feeling like I'm waiting on everyone and everything is hard.
This has been a week of spiritual attack, not the in-your-face heavy attacks, but the quiet, barely noticeable attacks that, over the course of the week, have made us weary.
Tomorrow is my grandfather's family and military service. He has already been cremated and the ashes have been buried, and I am so looking forward to the military service, watching two active U.S. Marines fold and present the flag, and being there for the 21-gun salute. I've been asked to photograph the military service, which I am extremely honored to do, and I pray I can do the service justice with my photos.
Will you just pray for me, my family, that the weariness of this week will be lifted. Pray for my children, who are scared and trying to understand that the man they watched slowly fade (and last saw on Sunday), who was weak from battle, worn down by the fight, is gone. Pray that we'll receive the answers we've been waiting for, that provision for our homestudy fees will come quickly.
Goodnight, friends, and thank you for your prayers.