God is so good, God is so good, He's so good to me! And that's the truth!
I spent much of yesterday on my knees, asking God for MERCY on Reese. She struggled with seizures all morning. I do not know what changed, other than the prayers of many people for our little angel. She smiled at Mario when he got home last night, she smiled all morning today, and then she laughed at her sisters! She has been doing great today--so happy, so alert, very interactive. The Neuro, who is out of town (no, you are not allowed to leave town nor have a life outside of Reese!), had his nurse call this morning to say--stay on track! Do not bail, do not go back to the Depakote. That was good news, but I have to say, I was ready to bail yesterday. I would have done ANYTHING to give her some relief.
But God intervened, calmed something in that little head, and it seems we are back on track. For now!
Anxiety is the end of true faith and true faith is the end of anxiety. Or something like that. And no, that is not original, but I'll have to look up who said it!
I read another one today: Worry is like a rocking chair: it gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere.:)