Concussion, CAT scan, and More...

Caroline suffered a concussion yesterday at lacrosse practice.  Another girl ran into her while her head was down and smacked her to the ground pretty hard.  My husband took her to the ER where the docs determined that she couldn't see clearly (black out spots in her vision) and was having memory problems.  A CAT scan didn't reveal anything too bad, but she won't be playing lacrosse this week, and maybe not next week.  And the real bummer is that this week was one of the only two lacrosse camps happening in our area this summer and I already paid the fee.  Hopefully I can get that back!

And More...

Caroline's standardized testing didn't go so great this year.  She kind of bombed the math portion which didn't surprise us at all given the many fits and starts we had in Algebra all year.  But still, I was consumed with disappointment and guilt for a few days.  She actually scored below grade level and this was a pretty hard fact to swallow.  But hopefully with the algebra tutoring she will have all summer, given for free by a dear friend from church (we are SO grateful) she will catch up by the fall.  The placement test she took at the private school showed the same math weaknesses, so this wasn't a fluke.  The good news is that all of her other scores were above grade level.  Not anywhere as high as her two younger sisters' off the chart scores, but still above average.  Life is hard when you are bipolar, and it seems to affect every aspect  of life, and academics are not an exception.

I am reading a great book right now by Jerry Bridges called "Trusting God."  Greatly encouraging when life is falling apart.  I have been freaking out a lot lately about the near future and beyond, how are we going to pay for private school, what is next for my husband's brain tumor treatment, is Caroline going to do well at this new school,  will we be able to pay for the college expenses for our oldest daughter that the GI bill doesn't cover, should we sell our house and move to another school district this fall, what job will be next when my husband's job ends in late July?  All of this had me trembling and frankly depressed and scared to death.  But I had forgotten where my gaze should be, all day long, every moment, not at the giants I am facing, but at the God who has everything in His hands and who isn't surprised by anything, who never wrings His hands in worry, but has it all in His control.  I have shifted my gaze and am doing much better.

May you find peace and hope today in the midst of the storms!