Off we went to our private dump in the woods. In a normal spring it rains, alot. There was a small dip we went through, part of a drainage ditch. Without fail we would get hung up there, thankfully it ususally happened coming back up to the house. And we would spin those big old tractor tires, flinging mud everywhere. We'd laugh and duck, of course I couldn't let go so I think I wore the most. Those in the wagon, even with hiding on the bed, got plenty on them. I do believe Dad survived with almost none.
What fun. but the situation with Dwight isn't fun. Although he is better, much better than two weeks ago, it seems we have landed in a dip, full of mud. He has improved, very, very slowly. And now it seems another infection has set in. This mud isn't fun. I just want him better. I just want the infection(s) gone, the surgery to remove the kidney stones done, him healed and home. So does the dog and his cat.
I know God has allowed this and He can use it for good, but I am just not seeing it right now. But without God's strength I shutter to think where we would be:
God is our refuge and strength, always ready to help in times of trouble.