Sometimes situations get a little worse before they get better.
Like when all three of your children, who seem to be recovering from the stomach flu, instead plunge into round two of vomiting a few days after their first bouts, which really, is entirely unfair on so many levels. And when you join their ranks by succumbing to the stomach flu yourself, resulting in several hours of misery in the dark hours of the night, the details of which are unfit for print and better forgotten. And when your husband happens to be away for the night when all of this is going down.
Yet, in the midst of this, I had the ever-pressing thought: "God loves me."
Even when circumstances are less than desirable, which our latest circumstances certainly have been, I never will question God's love. That's been settled.
Sometimes days are just dark. Thank God that he's still with us as we walk through them.