and the week ends

It's been one of those weeks where you wonder about the speed of dark.  Really, when things seem sluggishly and frustrating, and you feel like it is hardly light outside anymore... this must be the speed of dark.

Earlier this evening, Soph tried to read with Janneke.  Emphasis on tried.

Yep, Janneke soon tired of Maniac Magee and wanted out.

Dad started playing Ordinary Love by U2 and the wrestling began.

All good things must come to an end -and there's a tuck-in by Dad.  We are so thankful Janneke is sleeping better and learning to deal with her secretions better. She has a stronger cough, and we worry less about her through the night.  

Rachel is the one who isn't feeling so stellar.  We are waiting to hear more from our doctor's clinic, but we suspect another infection.  At the same time, it could be a wonky virus.  Poor kid.  It's hard to watch her deal with pain and not be able to tell us with words.  Her eyes open wide, and she makes motions with her body as if to say something... but we don't speak her language. Not yet.

It's also been one of those weeks of reconciling dreams with realities.  It's probably good character-building, but it isn't fun.  So I turn up Hopeless Wanderer (Mumford). I'm not walking around feeling desolate; I just like the song. Parts of it mesh with the book of Lamentations (3). Lots of wandering and learning to love the skies I'm under, knowing there's a God who will hold fast and share the road.