Justin is experiencing bruising that has not occurred by injury. This is a sign of low platelets and he will need another blood transfusion tomorrow morning.

It’s funny how the little things can get me so undone. After everything Justin has been through, seeing his badly bruised hip as he undressed for the bathtub, sent me running out the back door trying to hold in tears and calling oncology.

Now I am making arrangements for a trip to clinic. Michael just sailed down the stairs, threw his arms around me, smacking his wet, shampood head against my cheek, and reminded me “it’s time for family devotions. And it’s my turn to read.”

God sees the hard and harrowing moments and moves His faithful hand over every second we come a little or a lot undone. God sees us. He sees me on the back step talking to a nurse and He sees Justin’s bruised body. He sees spaghetti sauce encrusted dishes piled in the sink. He sees our recurring nightmare of medication and pain and trips to clinic. Except it’s real.

He sees.