Boy Down!

It is late and we’ve just returned from the emergency room.

I am reminded of an old poem by Roberta I. Teague. It’s titled, “Raising Boys.”

Here is a brief but relevant excerpt:

Broken bones and bloody knees,
I should have been a nurse.
I take it all in shaky stride-
Just grateful it’s not worse!

Many of you have been so kind to pray — and continue to inquire — about the status of my broken ankle. We’ve appreciated and felt the power of those petitions! I have been walking without a cast for several weeks now. The strength and mobility are returning to the leg.

So, I am now on the mend, but sadly, our son, Trent, broke his left wrist in multiple spots while skating tonight. He was at a local rink here in Colorado Springs.

He also has a significant gash over his left eye that required a couple of stitches. We had actually planned to go to Disneyland on Saturday, but that’s not going to happen. He may need surgery, though we’ll know more after visiting with a specialist tomorrow. We’re told the growth plate may be impacted.

What a challenging stretch these past few months have been for the Dalys. We’re not just raising two boys – between my accident and Trent’s, Jean is managing a MASH unit!

Can you relate? Every family has it struggles.

Yet, as Ms. Teague suggests, we’re grateful Trent’s injuries weren’t worse. Still, you hurt when your children hurt and wish you could bear the burden of their pain.

But you can’t, so you pray and pray and pray.

We would be grateful for your prayers, too! Please let us here at Focus know how we can be praying for you, also.