Today I woke up exhausted and defeated. So much on my mind. so little time. How is it that time can move so slowly and so fast at the same time. Not enough hours in the day to get work done, but, at the same time, days drag so slowly as we work our way to our little girl. I visited my Doctor today. Forms had to be filled out. I's dotted. T's crossed. Just one more thing. I was greated at the office and immidiately they asked me about Edna. I shared our story with the receptionist. Then the nurse. Then my Doctor. As I spoke the words, telling the story of how God has performed miracle after miracle my soul lifted. I love telling people our story. I love giving God the glory that is due to Him and only Him. And I know I have no place to feel defeated or weary. I take too much onto my own sholders without asking Him for the help He longs and desires to give. I hand over my weariness and He hands me joy. I stand a little straighter, my smile comes easier. I look at her picture and am filled with gratitude. He chose us to fight for her. So, fight, I will. With a song of praise on my lips and thankfullness in my heart. and I will let Him fill me with joy along the way.