Coming back home

Well, my stay in Denver was short, and after 2 1/2 weeks, lots of boxes and really fast unpacking, I am back in Utah with the kids. Dad's condition has worsened significantly and he needs constant care. The hospice nurse that comes in to take care of him says that he has weeks left, not months. So, instead of staying for a week like I had originally planned, we will be here until the end. Craig's boss kindly offered to fly Craig out next weekend so he can be here with us for a while, and that will be nice. I already miss him terribly. The drive out here was good, and the kids have been great. A special thanks goes out to my sister in law Susan, who has had the kids (minus Nathan) at her house the last 2 nights, and she is planning to keep them until Friday so that I can spend some time with Dad, uninterrupted.

Life doesn't always go the way we wish. God calls us home in his time-frame, and not ours. And through all of this, I am constantly being reminded that He is aware of me, and He knows me, and He loves me. He has answered numerous prayers that were seemingly unimportant to the outsider, but that were significant to me at the time. He has been good to me and my whole family. I am thankful.