Today’s blog will be short and sweet. Tucker and I have to be at Spain Rehabilitation by 8:30 this morning. That might not seem like a big deal to some, but I can tell you that, typically, doctor visits are painful for the Hawkins’ family now. That is, if they happen to involve Tucker.
All of Tuck’s life he’s been a good patient. He’s never been scared of shots or IVs. He’s never pitched fits in the doctor’s office. Now, that’s a different story! Especially if it involves waking up early! Our last early appointment resulted in me calling and telling them we wouldn’t be there, because he was refusing to go. Then he, after much threatening, decided he’d go. So, I then called them back and said that we would make it. THEN, I ended up sitting in the car crying while (not so) patiently waiting on him to get ready. If you’ve ever dealt with a 150 pound, unruly, rebellious, smart aleck, foul mouthed toddler, then you can relate!
Tucker’s stance is always, “I don’t need therapy!” Which is a sure sign one does indeed NEED therapy! So, as I leave y’all to get ready, I ask for your prayers! Wish me luck! Cross your fingers! Knock on wood! Do it ALL! 🎶🎤And if I’m not back tomorrow again this time tomorrow, carry on! Carry on! As if nothing really matters🎶🎤! Sorry, I couldn’t resist breaking out into a little Queen. Seriously, if I don’t come back you’ll know that I’ve committed a heinous act of violence, either to myself or Tuck. :-). I love you all!
You will pass through deep waters.
But I will be with you. You will pass through the rivers. But their waters will not sweep over you. You will walk through fire. But you will not be burned. The flames will not harm you.
Isaiah 43:2 And when your son, who’s a grown man, pitches a fit like a three year old? You won’t kill him!