I was thrilled to go pick my husband up at the airport yesterday. Ryan had been out of town since Sunday and was anxious to come home to his girls. He couldn't wait to see Olivia. . .all 14 lbs of her. (Yes, she is now over 14 lbs!) I was going to write about it last night, but just wasn't in the mood as I heard about the death of Haley Palmer. I had just recently found out about this little girl with cystic fibrosis and like many of you, was just getting to know her. Everytime I hear about the death of another child, I feel my heart breaking all over again. Before Logan's death, I think I was somewhat unaware of the amount of pain in this world. I mistakenly believed that if you prayed long enough and believed strong enough that God would heal those that needed it. I had trust in that. I had trust that the medical community always knew how to help those that were sick. Sometimes there are things beyond our control. I have learned that God never promises to heal us physically. He only promises to heal us spiritually.
My day with the Pioneer Woman
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