Just enough energy to count the days....

I have realized something about myself. I "think" in movie clips, commercials, and images that I store somewhere  in my mind. Isaac is home from the hospital now and we are struggling to get him to feel better. He has 29 doses of medications that he needs each day.  For some reason, their are no nurses available for any of the kids this whole weekend and so that means more sleepless nights and crazy days... and I am feeling sick and run down.
I feel like I have been stranded on a deserted island and have little with me but a pad of paper and a pen. I have little energy to record an account of my days on my pad of paper because each day is just filled staying very busy keeping alive. I have just enough energy to make a tally mark for each day on the island to remind myself of how much time has passed since I have survived.  I have confidence that I will be rescued....and that someone else will see my journal. They will find encouragement in the story of my struggles.  I don't feel desperate or alone on this island. I don't even feel thirsty ( I think the Coca Cola company must own this island because somehow, I think I have diet coke..) but just a feeling of that I am hanging on with nothing left to give at the end of each day...because I have given it all.

We are still having a good summer...a joyful one...even as I can not even imagine how I will survive the shipwreck sometimes...I have hope in the fact that my Rescuer is coming..He is coming.