Junk
I guess "Stuff" is better than "Junk". I don't know, I also guess I'm venting a little bit tonight. Michael is hurting right now, something has him in so much pain that he's tight all over, but, of course I don't know what it is. So, I don't know what to do. It's not all that unusual. No matter what one's outlook is on life, what one's relationship with God is, it still is not good to know that your son is suffering and to know that you can't do anything about it.
So, my second thing of junk is the van. One of these days I'll be praising God for the van conversion and all that it will bring to Michael. But, right now I'm just sulking at the cost - 16,000 dollars. That is a lot of money, for us it means a few years of payments. I don't really feel I have a choice, we need it, Michael is stuck at home too much, doesn't get out, to church or just out enough. It's pretty dangerous driving around with the wheelchair in the back, it wouldn't take much of a collision or even an fast stop or sharp turn to put everyone in the van in danger. But, now I'm sulking at the cost. Sulk sulk.
There is a lot I don't know and a lot I don't like. I do know my LORD, my savior is here with us and none of this junk :) is beyond his reach.
Tomorrow I hear from therapy about the plan from here.
Kirk
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