Last night I slept horribly, waking at 4AM, wondering if I would be in limbo like this for months or years, never knowing what happened to my son. At 11:41 AM I received a call from my younger son that JB had called him and he gave me the number. Hearing JB's voice, weak though it was, filled me with a joy so intense that I thought I would burst. Although I can't go into details, he is at a hospital in Los Angeles--one that I didn't know of--and has been for 2 weeks. They did not allow him phone calls or his phone.
Praise God for hearing our requests and to all the prayer warriors that battled on our behalf. The hospital seems like it is tailor-made to help him with his issues. My prayer now will be that this is so.
I am so humbled by all of you that reached out to me during a very stressful situation. 'Thank you' sounds so trite, but it's all I have. From the depths of my being I am so very grateful for your support, concern, and/or prayers.
Today I went out into the yard and snapped this dove sitting on a "wishbone" branch. Peace and a wish! How appropriate for me today. Love y'all!!!