And, Everybody Said "Amen"

I am happy, in fact, overwhelmed to report that #3 went to school this morning for the first time in 2 weeks without:

1. Crying

2. Throwing Up

3. Chest pains

In fact, she exhibited no signs of anxiety this morning and ate breakfast for the first time since this ordeal began. My girl is back and few things make my heart go pitter pat like watching her cheerfully walk into school these days. It is strange how much I used to take that for granted at drop off. Now, I'm praising God with a thankful heart as I pull away from the curb each morning!

Tomorrow she wants to ride the bus. I'm not wanting to "rock the boat" so we'll just have to see about that one! I'd like to get a few more days past all the trauma before we do anything that could set her back again.

I really believe her healing was a result of many prayers and I appreciate all of you who lifted her up! Now that the worst is behind us I am trying not to linger on the awful memories and guilt I was desperately suppressing each day when I sent her sobbing and sick into school. Again, I just keep praying that what was meant to destroy will be a tactical error on the enemy's part and now #3 will be an instrument of peace in God's kingdom. I'm not going to look back at the pain, but instead look ahead towards the prize.