This weekend, we are in the hospital together, as his body tries to fight off a serious infection that has kept him feverish for a week now.
I got a temporary job as an adjunct college counselor at a local junior college and we found an affordable month-to-month studio apartment. I'm hoping to work so hard at this summer position that they decide to keep me permanently. We'll see.
My faith is in a constant flutter of hope and despair. God keeps bringing testimonies of His providence to me at my darkest moments. And He has blessed us both with wonderful families, who show their love through actions that often make me cry.
At the end of the day, I still get to say, "My husband..." And that is a major answer to prayer that I hold tightly to whenever I start to wonder if God can hear me anymore.
Thank You Jesus for Your constant care through times of immense stress and fear.
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