It was exactly one week ago today that I came to the hospital thinking we had lost our little boy. This week has been filled with many trials but as I look over the last week I can’t help but be in awe of Gods grace in my life. I would be lying to say I have not struggled with feelings pity. There have been many times where I have wondered if the Lord forgot about me or the fact that I have 8 kids at home that really need their mom. But tonight I can’t help but look around my room and know that our God is far better to me then I deserve!

Over the past seven days I have witnessed so many of our friends and family serve all 11 of us in so many amazing ways. Today, I realized that not a single nurse, tech or doctor has walked into my room and felt sorry for me. If you walked into my room over the past week you would have thought… Wow, she is blessed! It is always a struggle to find a place to put my food tray because every inch of counter space filled with flowers, lotion, ballons or Dr. Pepper;) Looking at any wall (even in the bathroom) you would see God’s word and truth surrounding me. If you look close enough at the pictures you would see 8 amazing children. No, I’m not a teacher. The Lord has allowed me to be their mom! On any given day you might have witnessed my toes being painted, overheard conversations full of laughter or prayers filled with tears tears. God has been glorified so much in this hospital room and not because I have been able to preach to others but because so many have served me. This does not even begin to touch on all the people that have brought my family dinner, loved and comforted my kids and served my family at home.

Tonight, I praise God that in the midst of trial he has not called me to bear these burdens alone. I have been front and center as God’s name has been made great through acts of service from so many of my friends and family!