crazy life of a coach's wife: Time to pray

I have been looking at this on my phone for the past two weeks pretty regularly. I started this blog so that I would have the pleasure to look back someday and really remember the good times. I don't think Bill and I will ever forget some of the tense moments in the past two weeks. I have debated about whether I even want to write about them. Everyone has hard times. We are no different than anyone else. What I do NOT want to forget is that God walked me through every moment of these trials and I saw His providence over and over again. I know now more than ever... I want to be a praying mommy. I want my kids to know that He comes first no matter what.
It all started with Mom getting sick from bronchitis and going to urgent care. As she was leaving CVS to drop off her prescription, she passed out while driving. I happened to come home early from Luke's basketball game because Caleb was sick and discovered she wasn't home yet. I called and called her for over an hour until she finally answered her phone. She was in the hospital and couldn't remember the accident at all. I spent most of the next two days in the hospital watching over my mom. At the end of the day on Sunday, I decided to come home. Bill had stayed home from worship with Caleb because he was running a low temperature and feeling tired. He texted me that Caleb seemed to be getting warmer so I headed to Walgreens to get Tylenol before heading home. I had just texted Bill to see if he wanted something to eat, and he said he did. When I called him to find out exactly what he wanted, he wouldn't answer the phone. I knew something was wrong and started heading home. As I went down Haven, an ambulance came up behind me. I knew it was headed to my house for some reason, so I sped up fast in front of it and raced home. Caleb was having a seizure from his high fever. I found my other three crying and praying together and I joined them. We prayed out loud together until the firemen told me I had to go get in the ambulance. On the way to the hospital, God blessed me with a man who explained to me that seizures are more normal than I thought and that Caleb would probably be fine. I prayed and we talked about the Bible together. He asked me if I named my son Caleb because of Caleb in the Bible and we talked about the power of faith and prayer. He agreed with me that prayer was better than anything else for Caleb. When we got to the hospital, Caleb wouldn't talk to me and didn't even seem to mind being strapped down on the gurney. I kept asking them if his brain was damaged because my Caleb would never be that calm strapped down like that! They kept telling me to wait a little longer, and they were right. A half an hour later, Caleb was begging me to take him home as we were putting cold cloths on his forehead and under his arms to cool him off. I was never so happy to hear him complain again!! The next two days we watched his fever continue to go up and down, but it finally stayed down for good.

Mollly got me hooked on Instagram so most of these shots were taken on my phone throughout the month. Aunt Gail got Gracie a sewing machine and here she is showing Luke how it works.

I never get tired of watching the kids play in the backyard with Jack.

Here's Bob's car covered in the biggest hail we have ever seen in our area! It almost looked like snow.

Molly brought Owen to one of Luke's basketball game. Luke was so pleased.

Here's Owen, Gracie and Winona all comparing their converse shoes.

Luke ended up missing three games of his basketball season because of his stitches, but was able to make it back for their very last game of the playoffs.