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Hope and Mercedes Benz's

So my weekend went like this:
My hope is not what it should be, hoplessness is starting to creep in
Emiel leaves for camp
I watch a stupid movie and feel scared
My hope fades just a bit more
I do my very best to keep my little people happy and content while their daddy is away
Alexander is really not happy his daddy is away
My hope continues fading
I have plans to go my parents for Saturday
Phone my dad who says my mom has had another allergic reaction to a medication
I end up trying to clean and leave later then expected
Get a text message from my dad saying I need to get there
He needs to go out and my mom doesn't want to be left alone
Suddenly it dawns on me that this reaction is quite serious
My hope is fading fast
I arrive at my parents' house with the littlies in tow
I rush to my mom who has been trying to sleep
She asks if her eyes are red
Her face is swollen
This is the third reaction
And this time it was to Paracetamol (one of the components in the other meds)
My mom had taken an antihistamine that morning
Which stopped the reaction from being worse
My mom could have died

At this point I am really, really low on hope
Our future is so blah, I mean there is less then nothing in front of us
Then I read a post by a lovely lady called Caroline about hope
I wanted to leave a comment about how hopless I am
But I am going to be having coffee with her sometime soon and I don't want to tarnish myself before we actually get to know each other

Come Sunday
Daddy comes home
Then we get a phone call from friends who had lent us their car
They phoned to say they were giving us the car!!!!!!!!!!
Oh my goodness!!!!!
Words cannot express just how I was feeling!
God decided to reach out and show me His love just when I really needed it.

"My soul, be silent only to God; for my hope is from Him.
He only is my rock and my salvation; He is my strong tower, I shall not be shaken.
In God is my salvation and my glory; the rock of my strength; my hiding place is in God.
Trust in Him at all times; you people, pour out your heart before Him; God is a hiding-place for us. Selah."
Psalms 62:5-8 

Thank you Lord that your are faithful even when I am a puddle of mud!

Much love Philippa
Pillow fighing with Grandpa to keep his mind off his daddy being away.  Fuzzy phot?!

Bee Bee (Alexander's name for his little sis) with her first graze.  She decided to crawl out the door into the garden, not the best idea when you are only 8months old!

The us's in our Mercedes Benz!!!  Man God is good!



  2. So glad God met you and restored your hope in Him! He is indeed so good. And I'm glad we got to have coffee! Maybe next time we should try meeting up somewhere with a big play place for the boys to run around!! Praise God for meeting your need in such a wonderful way!


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