I am asking you to pray for my sweet Jobie. Please pray. I mentioned a few weeks back that we decided to try out a medicine for his spit-up issues. I probably can't succinctly explain what was involved in making that decision, and what is happening now, but suffice it to say, we are still filling mounds of burp cloths on certain days. Not every day, but here and there. And more here than there.
Marta had an oil change today. While I drove back home, the song 'Better than a Hallelujah' came on and I might have raised both hands out to God because one was not quite enough. The bridge of that song just speaks to me --
We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes