Behind the Clouds

We went to visit Elizabeth again and a big storm was rolling in upon our arrival. We could hear the thunder softly in the NICU as we held her after her care was done. She hadn't eaten much the last time and had thrown up just a little. But at least they didn't seem too concerned with it, so I'm guessing it wasn't a bad color or something. She didn't have much interest in eating and I figured she must not be feeling well and her tummy needed time to process what it already had. It just seems to be her way to cycle through feast or famine.

Later on we ended up in the hospital chapel kneeling once again in prayer with the rain pounding down hard outside. We prayed that we could put it in God's hands and that we needed His comfort. As we stood up, I looked up through the stained glass and the sun burst through the clouds and shone right where we stood. And I realized, we are in the middle of a metaphorical storm, but it won't rain forever and the clouds will fade away. Sometime the sun will shine and the night will end, and we will see miracles. For now, as the song goes, tomorrow's another day and I'm thirsty anyway, so bring on the rain.

Through it Together