Day 604 - February 9 - Storms

Storms. They seem to like to hang out with the Williamsons, We get 'em all - rain, snow, dust, hail; you name it, we're gonna be affected by it. Emotional storms, too - paralysis, autism, Down's Syndrome, brain injury - all have hit some part of this family. Somedays it feels as if this family is God's favorite testing ground for new miseries to deal with. In these emotional storms, we do the only thing left to us - we hunker down and trust God to see us through, and try not to walk too much in our own pathetic strength. During storms of the weather, however, we have different options...

I bring this up because tomorrow, Wednesday, is supposed to be the beginning of a Girl's Weekend for Cherié, Joélle, and Granny P. Cherié and her mom are supposed to fly to Chicago tomorrow for five days with Joélle and a much needed break. So, of course, there is a monster snow storm hitting Chicago right now that's canceling flights left and right. It's supposed to clear tomorrow sometime, but they are trying to decide right now if they should postpone the trip and go a different time. What a difficult decision - please be praying for them as they try to decide how to proceed. Cherié really needs the break - but she also doesn't want to spend it on an airport bench somewhere.

Connor and I, presuming the girls' plans work out, will be batching it until Sunday. So please pray for us during that time as well - I've arranged for some friends to come help, but Cherié is the one that smooths our way around here, and doing without her is always interesting. We'd appreciate your support in this area as well.

Connor had a good night's rest last night, but much of the past few days has again been filled with pain and discomfort in his shoulders. It seems almost to be cyclical, coming back every few days, and we're all getting tired of it, quite honestly.

I don't know why it's important for Connor to suffer pain in the midst of paralysis. I don't know how it's supposed to work together for good. I just keep reminding myself that it's supposed to. God knows what He's doing.

Eric

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