Not lucky, but Blessed...

What a terrific Thursday.  I checked on Baby Jay today at daycare for the first time.  Michael drops her off and picks her up everyday.  It was a great feeling.  I could feel the love when I walked in.  At this time there are only 3 babies in Jay's classroom and there are normally 3 teachers.  Everyone gave me great reports from the assistant to the teachers to the nurse to our hospice nurse.  They all said that Jay was doing great, her breathing is good and she's very alert.  She had her assessment yesterday and we will have a conference in the next couple of weeks with the day school to put together a plan for her.  I don't know the details of the assessment at this point but we were told that the assessment was very good.  So thankful that God continues to show up.  And to think that Jay has the worst of the worst Trisomy.  All I can do is pray from my heart for the people that continue to underestimate my God.  The blood of Jesus...means life.  It means that we are set free and that we are overcomers.  It means that all things are possible.  It means that we who believe have a supernatural power in our lives that some just don't understand.  It means that we can have a peace in the midst of our storms that we don't understand.  When our boat is rocking back and forth on troubled waters, we can sleep and not stress out about it.  It means that we don't have to be strong because when we are weak He is strong.  It means that we can ask anything in His name because He has gone to be with the Father and intercedes for us.  You can't tell me I'm lucky because I don't believe in it but you can call me blessed because I do believe in Him.  I adore Him.  I exalt Him.  I honor Him. I place no one before Him.  God is good.