Poppy continues to struggle.
I know this too shall pass.
So grateful for Zach being here. He’s been a rock.
And a most welcome comic relief.
To feel less like a mother and more like a bystander – unable to help her through her grief.
Although that didn’t seem to make things better.
Poppy cried, fell asleep on my chest, and woke up crying.
Is a new day.
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness. I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for Him.”