Tuesday Evening - A Josiah Update

I think I've been trying your collective patience for too long. Time for a post!

Well, as you may have noticed a pattern forming, but on weekends I find it a little more difficult to put up a new entry. I spend a majority of the time in Abbotsford and with the long list of things to do, posting goes near the bottom. Anyways, enough blabbering: POST!

Josiah has had a decent weekend. He still brady's, he seems to have a lot of secretions, maybe a little more than usual because he seems to be having a harder time to sleep. He still throws up, but the way Marie and I see it, it seems that Josiah is spitting up all the mucus in his throat that he can't swallow (most of his throw ups don't have any food in it).

There hasn't been any new or recent meetings with doctors and nurses, but we do now have TWO primary nurses for Josiah AND an almost completed care guide for Josiah, which one of his primary's put together for him. Superb! Praise God for answered prayer.

Oh, and Josiah is seriously chubbin' out! I should post some recent pics ... Yeah, we're talking chunky jowls. Real beauts. New pics will come up this week, I promise.

Some days April 25th can't come fast enough. But then other days - being honest here - I dread it. Fluttering, teetering, it's the most surreal and foggiest and overwhelming I have ever been. On one hand I am through and through paralyzed, some days moving around like a zombie without any spark. Other days I feel as if I'm emotional bipolar, laughing hysterically at the beginning of a sentence and near-weeping by the end. Bizarre, yet not uncomfortable. Out of control, but not really scared. Numb, yet never experiencing such deep love. Most days I can't generate a simple clear thought, where the most minor task feels daunting and unattainable.

So here we are, shattered yet whole. I caught myself praying the other day in thanksgiving for Josiah's healing, even before it happens. Thought that was kind of neat. Probably a good sign that I'm progressing in faith. Thought something too: isn't it strange that we think nothing of praying that God would draw a non-believer to Himself, but we hesitate when we pray for something that may bend the laws of this universe (in other words, a healing). Isn't it harder and more miraculous when a cold, far heart comes to God than a physical ailment is healed? I dunno. Just thinking out loud. Made sense last night at 1:00 AM ...

Think it's time to head back to Van. Thanks for your prayers. Special thanks to those who are making sacrifices to devote more time with God on Josiah's behalf (fasting and et al). We are seeing everyday through new eyes, loving with new hearts.

In God's Love.
- Andrew, Marie & Josiah