Gabe came running into our bedroom this morning and confidently declared, “I’m going!”
He credits the power or prayer and the nearly 12 hours of sleep he got last night for his recovery. He’s already eaten a half a loaf of toast as I write this at 6:30, and says it’s the first time he’s been hungry in days.
The van is packed for the retreat, except for a few things from Liv, who’s still sleeping. Jake can’t stop talking about going to “college” and reminiscing about that time he climbed the rock wall and everyone clapped!
The humidity is low, the sun is shining; it’s a brand new day!
Thanks for the prayers and well-wishes. We appreciate it.