Every year Logan goes to conference after Christmas. And every year the spiritual attacks are a heavy cross.
We do our best to reject them, and also do a lot of practical planning to make my week of single parenting as smooth as it can be.
I also make comfort food. Matzo ball soup this year. It was amaze balls. Heh.
My aunt Carol used to make this around Christmas time when I was growing up, so ironically, it reminds me of the day after Christmas.
Sometimes the spiritual attacks are big, sometimes small, sometimes a combo. Sometimes they hit the week before, sometimes during, and sometimes the week after...or a combo.
We’ve had a few days of attacks before Logan leaves this year.
It’s never good when a text from your husband starts out “He’s ok and we’ve stopped the bleeding but I want to warn you...” Elias cut his finger in two places and we still haven’t figured out how or on what.
And then the next day “We had some more bleeding while you were running errands but it’s fine now.” This one was a brother’s head colliding with Lewis’ lip. I have to say, I’ve never seen a lip swell up so much that my kid’s words are slurred and he’s drooling if he doesn’t pay attention. Yikes.
Today he has a bruise above his lip. I’ve also never seen that happen. The amazing part is the super loose front tooth didn’t get knocked out!
If you don’t mind, please say a prayer for us this week.