The day she discovers her wings, she knows there'll be no stopping her.

Grandma has been in the hospital for about 16 days now. She has been to hell and back, and stays stuck in a purgatory of some sort. She is just so very weak and tired. Each day brings a new challenge and every challenge is more and more tiring. It's hard for her to keep wanting to do it and it's hard for us to keep encouraging her to keep wanting to do it. 

Our essence has been stripped down to a thin thin veil and we need a spiritual boost. We are not yet defeated or close to defeat, but we are in need of prayer, courage, light, and triumph. Even though this phrase is completely overused right now, I will risk being cliche: "Keep Calm and Carry On." 

The minute grandma can physically get up out of bed, look out world, Velma is back and ready to rumble!! 

P.S. I am really going to try and post more regularly in this dang blog! We shall see if that actually happens. 

"I can do small things with great love."