Thank you for my cancer to go away.
Thank you for my hair to grow back.
Thank you for my eyelashes and my eyebrows.
Please keep my brother and my sisters safe.
Please help Zinnia to feel better and for Frannie to feel better and for me to not get a cold.
Thank you for mommy to not get a cold too.
Thank you for my nurses and my doctors to help me get better.
Thank you for my friends and the grown up hospital.
Thank you for Papa and Boden and Taylor to get better.
Thank you for Thomas' cancer is all gone.
Nigh, night, Jesus.
I love you, Jesus.
Esther's prayers are sweet, this was tonight. We've tried to teach our kids to come to the Lord with thanksgiving rather than just need. I love the way she expresses faith through gratitude and expectancy. I have learned so much about childlike faith through Esther's life and her prayers. She is faithful to pray for her care givers, friends, and other little fighters we've met along the way. Something can be learned by her prayers.
|There are whisps shining in the light|
|Esther's eyelashes are longer than they've been since June! Her eyebrows are starting to grow back too.|
|She is looking healthier each day!|
Once again we have been so blessed by Brent's Place! When I wrote about Rourke's birthday coming up, Allen went into action to make sure Rourke would have a cake. The same yummy, amazing, delicious bakery made Zinnia & Esther's birthday cakes, D Bar. Allen picked the perfect theme for our future astronaut and he even went the extra lightyear (since we're talking rocket ships & all) and picked it up and brought it to us on a Saturday.
|8!? Happy Birthday, Big Man!|
Zinnia still has a lingering cough, and Frannie is a little congested. They are getting better. Lydia has not displayed any cold symptoms but is still breaking out in hives. Rourke and Anthony have been fine. Today everyone came down for a quick lunch and birthday celebration. The kids wore masks just to be safe and we waved out Rourke's candles instead of blowing to avoid launching any germs into our bodies. We've passed this cold onto Robin's family, so prayers for quick healing for everyone would be great. Thankfully our kids actually like the taste of Kick Ass Immune, they call it "the stinky stuff" because they're getting regular doses of it and zinc.
We sang to Rourke and my favorite part is the background dancing. O how I love that little blondie!