A close family friend died Thursday morning so I have been emotionally subdued. Salvation isn’t certain…and that makes it hurt more. I had the impression I should pray heavily for her about 10 days before we found out she was in ICU. Not to pray for her healing but for salvation. I don’t know if I’ll ever know this side of Heaven if God granted those prayers affirmatively.

I’m also having a relapse of that nasty respitory crud.

My baby slept for almost a full 12 hours last night. From 10pm to about 9:30am this morning when I actually had to go wake him up (which has rarely happened before). Sigh. The nursing phase of our lives has only a few more months and that makes me a bit sad too. My other babies self weaned between 12-16 months.

So… Life presses on.