Home Sweet Home

There's no place like home. We left the hospital about 2 this afternoon. It was a beautiful, sunny, 74-degree, Houston winter day! Paton went home with a monitor and lots of doctors' appointments -- four just next week, along with 2 nurse visits in our home! Life will not be dull. There was great rejoicing -- Hannah at having her brother home, and David & Charis at the ice cream we got to celebrate. :) They're ready for more brothers & sisters, as long it means chocolate-dipped DQ cones. They weren't able to get us in with ortho at the hospital, so we will go in again next Tuesday for the boot fitting to help correct the clubbing of the left leg.

I've decided to continue to post here from time to time, although I'm sure it won't be as regular as it's been in the last two or three weeks. I'll probably mainly focus on Paton's journey, although I'll include general family news (and pictures, of course) from time to time. If you want to keep getting news, but not have to check the blog all the time, you might try to figure out how to "subscribe to" it with some kind of RSS reader so you can be advised when there are any new posts.

Through this all, we have sensed your prayers and seen God answer wonderfully. Thank you, thank you. Thank you to those in Texas, as well as many other states in the Union. Thanks to our friends oversees. Thanks to all. "The prayer of a righteous man can accomplish much." I am going to close this post with an excerpt from my journal from last November that summarizes my hopes and prayers for the little fella:

On another note, I think of you, my little Paton – yet unborn. I love you. You have spina bifida, they tell us. Our prayer has been, and will be, that God will show mercy and heal your soul. And that the strength of your soul, combined with the weakness of your body, will proclaim an irresistible message of grace to those around you. Son, allow the Lord to be mighty through you. Trust Him. Love Him. He owes us nothing. Health or “normality” is not our birthright, but rather condemnation and destruction are. Praise Him for any good thing He bestows as a matter of His undeserved kindness. I love ya’, fella’, and can’t wait to meet ya’!