I am writing from Brisbane.
I lay in bed for hours last night, mulling and thinking and praying and yes, crying.
I am tired. More than that, I'm exhausted.
So this morning the three children and I packed up the car and drove the three hours to Brisbane. We are staying with my Mum for a little while. I'm not sure how long. Maybe 3 days, maybe a week. Maybe longer. It's incredibly hard to be away, yet necessary I think, at this time.
Of course, according to the children we're on a great spontaneous holiday! They were wonderful today. They are happy.
For the next few days, I will just be with them. I will chat with my Mum, rest, pray and listen hard. I will browse the grand pile of books Cathy has sent with me. :)
And while I do all this I will miss my husband. And pray for him, every moment I can.