As we were laying in bed around 3am, not able to sleep, I couldn't help but think "What is going on here?!!" Of course this would all happen within hours of Martin needing to leave for a youth missions trip. Ephesians 6:12 came to my head and I just started praying..."For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms."
Martin set off at 3:15am, right on schedule, but felt really bad leaving me. I was having stomach cramps myself all night right along with the boys. I teared up at the thought of having to go this alone when I am not feeling good myself. But I knew that God would see me through.
It is 4:13pm now, and we've almost made it through the end of the day. Bedtime is 3 hours away. The boys have napped, I even got a nap, and nobody has thrown up since 3:15am. God is good. :)