Update!

Mr. Mouse has been caught, thank the good Lord! Of course, before Dh could put him out in the garbage, all the children had to inspect him. Watching them crowd around Dh reminded me of the Wizard of Oz! You know, the scene when the house falls on the wicked witch, everyone rushes to see if she is "really, really, really dead." Then her shoes and striped socks roll under the house!

Next, came Valentine's Day. The children worked all day preparing the cards they wanted to give to their grandparents and friends. It was sweet as they all worked together, littlest included, insisting that she be allowed to write the names on herself. Dh gave me beautiful red roses and 2 cards. He has always given me two cards on Valentine's. One that is funny and one that is serious. I always try, but most of the time I just get the mushy, gushy kind. The sweetest thing happened as well, my Dad brought me flowers! They were from my Mom, too, but it was so sweet. I don't remember ever getting flowers from my father before, so it was very touching. I will post a pic of them tomorrow.

Then...the FLU! MB started with it first, then L, then EM, then M and C has managed to stay well. DH and I have only had the queazies. I really thought I was going to go stir crazy from being in doors for so long. Friday night I was supposed to have music practice for worship team, but I felt bad leaving L, she was not well at all. I told her that I wasn't going to go and would stay with her. She is so sweet and knows me so well, she looked at me and said, "It will be Ok, Mom." I was battling my flesh, so bad. I kept trying to figure out a way I could still go. Finally, I said I'm not going. I really felt pulled between doing what I love (singing to glorify the Lord) and being with my beloved baby when she was feeling terrible. I sat down at the computer, totally resigned that I wasn't to be there and God was in control. I wanted to cry, but I didn't want L to feel responsible for my sadness, so I surpressed it all. Then, the phone rang. My wonderful in laws said they would come and sit with the two sick babies, so I could go. I was stunned and thankful. Thankful to God, who saw me as I struggled with my will verses His. He saw fit, this time, to make it all work out for me to get what I want. I saw Him clearly act as my Abba Father.

"You are so good to me, You heal my broken heart, You are my Father in Heaven...
You are beautiful, my sweet, sweet song....I will sing again!" -Ben Pasley