Exhale.

Exhale.

In one breath, expel the fear and doubt. In one breath, a simple sigh of thanks. It's a small act, signifying a monumental moment: God is present in our lives.

Praise be to the Father, Ollie is home. It's almost impossible to relate the experience of yesterday morning in words…but that's never stopped a person before, so let's go.

Around 10:15 Britney was told that she would be staying yet another night. First of all, it's so important to mention that we are more than grateful for the medical care Ollie was given. Still, the situation in the hospital was less than ideal: Britney and Oliver were in a room with four other sick children and their parents. By yesterday, he was showing great signs of improvement, so sticking around seemed risky - wouldn't he just get sick again? Monday night, neither Britney or Oliver could sleep because of the crying, coughing, and snoring.

When, at 10:15, we were told he would need to stay, it was nearly too much.

However, this post is a testament to God's overwhelming goodness, not our own power. We had thoughts of wild arguments in German ensuing in desperate escapes through the corridors of the hospital. What could we possibly do to get out of Dodge?

Nothing. Close your eyes. Still your heart. Give it to God.

Sound familiar? It's a lesson we are learning over and over and we are desperate to share the good news. God loves us. He loves you.

At 12:15 yesterday, Caleb rode the Straßenbahn to the hospital, asking God for wisdom, patience, and the self control to keep from exploding. Specifically, he asked for a change in the protocol, a change in the hearts of the doctors and nurses.

Please design a way for Oliver to come home.

And now, here we are, another day, all together at home. There are still worries ahead (which parents don't face worry?) but we know now - and we pray that we will remember more easily and confidently - that the Lord will provide.