It’s March 29 and I can hear the splatter of rain outside. I guess we have a wet summer this time. Whenever it rains, it makes me a bit homesick. It makes me think of my baby more. Maybe because the rain makes the air cooler, and I wanted to keep warm, and I wanted to keep my baby warm and tucked in my embrace.
Even though she is taking medication, her seizures are still on. I don’t know what to do. I am positive things will change as she grows, but there is still the fear that envelopes me. Do I need more faith? Am I being tested? What happens when she’s 5 or 10 or 50 years old? I have already amassed a lot of questions in my head. When will it end? O Lord, help me to trust more in You.