So, that picture of Joshua and Lizzy–let’s just say that’s not the outfit he started with. And Scott just had to change him into his 3rd set of pants for the day.
Sorry for TMI, but pray God would temper his tummy or whatever is going on. I’ve never had to change a child 3 times on one flight.
Lizzy is having opposite problem and so we prayed together we could find an apple for her to eat for fiber, to help. After finding nothing, we found Starbucks and plastic-wrapped apples, which I’ve never seen at a Starbucks before. Thank you, Lord, for the little big things and for causing us to want joy from You more than just the easy thing. (scary to say!)
Kids are playing at airport play area and are in pretty good spirits but so so tired. As are we. These late nights have been hard for non-college-age bodies.
We board in about an hour.
A praise: Scott found my glucometer (diabetic blood tester) after I was in tears having searched all bags, sure it was on plane. He found it under the stroller and I’m 99% sure there’s no way I’d have put it there and almost sure I’d left on my seat. Maybe a flight attendant found and put in our stroller? No idea. Really grateful.
So, not an easy-like-my-flesh wants it, but who knows what it’d have been like without the friends praying each hour!
When we made it to the gate–barely and with me running as Scott had gone ahead–tears came.
“People are starting to pray!” I said to him.
Thank you, friends!