Her Hero

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I sit here thinking and praying tonight about my life. My cushy life. Many days I don't have a moment to sit down. It's taking care of our home, homeschooling and loving on my kids. My healthy kids. Moving and moving with brief moments to sit and rock. I find myself complaining and grumbling. Or always thinking about the next thing I have to get done. Cleaning. Therapy. Cooking. Guitar lessons. Picking up farm animals. Then I think about Courtney, and I sob.

Courtney. A mother who rocks and rocks and rocks all day long it an attempt to comfort her son, Tripp. Tripp. Her Hero. A Hero who suffers like NONE of us can even imagine. The pain is like nothing we will ever experience. Tripp. The little boy who inspires so many and is moving lives for HIS glory!

Courtney has literally given up life as she knew it only 2 years ago to care for her precious son. Yesterday I read a poem Courtney wrote to God. With tears flowing uncontrollably, I handed the computer to my daughter. And she, too, began sobbing. Words no mother should have to write.

Please, stop by Courtney's blog. Read her poem. Read about Tripp. Look at his pictures.

PRAY!!!

Pray for God's perfect will. Pray for Courtney's peace. Pray for comfort for Tripp. And join me if lifting Courtney's arms.

¹² When Moses’ hands grew tired, they took a stone and put it under him and he sat on it. Aaron and Hur held his hands up—one on one side, one on the other—so that his hands remained steady till sunset. Exodus 17:12NIV

I am so burdened for this beautiful family tonight. May God HEAL precious Tripp in the way only Our Father can. May he be whole and pain free again. And may Courtney feels HIS love and comforting arms surrounding her each and every day.

In Him,

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