This has been an emotional week. Yesterday was my boss' last day in the office :( He was supposed to be here through the end of the week, so I wasn't expecting to have to say goodbye yesterday. Today me and a co-worker will have lunch with my boss' wife, but then she, too, is leaving the office. I hate goodbyes.
Also, I found this website Confessions of a CF Husband, about a husband and wife's journey through Cystic Fibrosis and the birth of their first child, Gwyneth. While the story may initially sound sad, I have drawn great encouragement and strength by reading about their unshakable faith in the midst of such uncertainty. You should zoom over there to read about Gwyneth Rose, Tricia, Nathan and Spider Pug.
One of the neat-o things about God is that just this week I've been struggling with the concept of prayer, it's importance and purpose, and if it really even matters. I don't approach this question with a fatalistic attitude, but it's birthed out of curiosity about how the simple words voiced from an insignificant person can affect history or influence almighty God. Nathan's transparency regarding his faith and trust in God despite the circumstances has challenged and encouraged me.