If someone told me…

That in February my father-in-law would get diagnosed with a brain tumor and that in June we’d still be dealing with all that that means, I would have called you a liar. But I’d have been wrong. And probably out of line. Luckily I am only currently calling myself a liar. But oh how I wish I had been neither a liar nor wrong
I haven’t updated about Mike on here since this last time. And I couldn’t figure out why…but then I realized…my blog is my sanctuary. It’s my place where I put the good in my life. Lately we’ve had enough tough stuff that I don’t want to spread my blog pages full of it. I open this page when I need a lift to see pictures of our little boy discovering the world. That being said, I’ve also said before it’s not fair to gloss over the realities with pretty pictures. This kind of stuff is reality. And I feel there must be a fine balance between totally avoiding the subject and being real about the stuff that sometimes consumes our life. But…rather than get overly personal about what is happening…details are not necessary…I will simply ask for prayer this time. Mike has suffered many frustrating setbacks. So he could use a lifting of spirits…heck we all could. Cancer, and everything that has happened in its wake since, has been life changing for all of us in this family. Even me. Who mostly just tries to help where I can, and otherwise stay out of the way. So anyway…keeping it simple…prayer is best. It is just what we need. For everyone touched by this and what’s happening here. For strength. For clarity. For forgiveness. For patience. For everything.