Tough Day

Andrew has had a tough day.  As tough as it was, I could see God in almost everything. 
I got a call from Andrew's cell.  I was thinking about him and praying for him this morning when it occurred to me that if something happened to him, Pete's number is on his dog tags.  I thought he was calling me to answer my "how are you" text.  It was a classmate telling me to hurry over to campus - that he needed me.  I raced over with two precious nurses and ran up the stairs into the building as fast as I could.  He was smiling at me to let me know he was okay.  His class was gone (except for the WHS grad who called me).  There was an ASU police officer and Andrew's professor.  Everyone was so kind.  Andrew was okay and was able to walk down one set of stairs while one of my nurse friends pulled my car around.  He was okay and starving.  Sam was tickled to see him in the car in the pick up line.  We came home and got him settled on the couch to rest.  Dr. Zimmerman had kindly looked at him and did not see any obvious sickness.  So I ran to the high school to get Will.
In the 25 minutes I was gone, Sam felt bad; so he checked his own blood sugar.  Sure enough, he had dropped considerably in 30 minutes since I had checked him.  He just did not eat anything like he should have.  He waited until I got home to tell me that and that Andrew had gotten sick.  Sam told me that he patted Andrew and told him he would be okay.  He was okay when I got home - just very tired. 

Had to take a break...the wind is blowing like I have never heard it blow at this house!

Anyway, we have Laura with us.  She is helping me with the boys tonight.  She, Sam, and Will are having a sleepover in Sam's room. 

Andrew has not run a fever or anything yet, so we are keeping a close eye on him.  I called the non-emergency line to let them know he is sick.  They were very ugly (long story, and I will address it later with someone), but I hope they made a note of what I told them - for Andrew's sake.  That was frustrating and made me cry.

Pete sent me a text and said he may be gone a few more days.  Okay.  Well, I just asked God to help me.  My main help is not here on a bad day to be away.  But we have done this before, and I know God is right here with us.  Pete has no clue about our day.  He is too far away! 
So we are praying for a peaceful night.  And we are praying for a calmer storm than is expected.  When I had those random thoughts this morning, I know God was putting that in my mind so I would be more ready.  And He has been with us and provided for us on other tough nights. 

So we are praising Him in this storm - literally.  As the wind and frustration and fear all swirl around us, we are comforted knowing the One who loves us the most is right here in this place.

Thanks for praying for our family!