About two weeks ago Nathan I were playing on the floor in the kitchen with a box of plastic knives and race cars. Endless possibilities. I was feeling sick. I mean take one moment at a time kind of sick. I didn't think Nathan was noticing me since we were so busy. He went to his bed room to get another race car and on the way back to the kitchen I heard him mumbling and saying my name. He rounded the corner to the kitchen with his hands folded together. I asked him what he was doing. "Praying, mom." I asked him what he was praying for. "I'm praying for you, mom."
I am so thankful for God's presence in his life and in mine.
