Hello to all our faithful friends. Brock is feeling better. Thank you Lord for being so faithful. He still is a little restless. He also now has a couple of sores on his ear and butt from the meds and edema.

On Sunday Kevin and I were going to send out an e-mail and update everyone on Brock's progress and then he came down with something. So here is the update with all the good stuff......

It will be one year since we came home from the hospital with Brock. As I sit here and reflect all that has happened this past year I feel so blessed. God is faithful God is good all the time......

Brock is growing and now weighs 37.5lbs. Last year when we left the hospital he weighed between 16-18lbs. He is very strong and does put up a fight when you mess with him. It really is amazing to watch him go from doing nothing last year at this time to moving all the time. From being so weak to being so strong. What can we say, God does hear our prayers and he is faithful. Brock also has learned how to squeeze a ball and when he squeezes it hard enough it makes music turn on. Our great friend and nurse Brandy watched Brock last night and she said she thought he was going to fall off the bed he was moving so much. Yeah!!!! She also said she thought he was going to wake up ..... We will thank you in advanced for waking and restoring Brock in Jesus name Amen.
Thank you for all your prayers... We have felt them. Please keep pressing in.

Still Standing on God's Promises,
Barbara and Kevin

---God's timing is not ours but it is the perfect time.
Habakkuk 2:1,3
I will climb up into my watchtower now and wait to see what the Lord will say to me and how he will answer my complaint. But these things I plan won't happen right away. Slowly, steadily, surely, the time approaches when the vision will be fulfilled. If it seems slow, wait patiently, for it will surely take place. It will not be delayed.

Psalm 6:2-19
Have compassion on me, Lord, for I am weak.
Heal me, Lord, for my body is in agony.
I am sick at heart.
How long, O Lord, until you restore me?
Return, O Lord, and rescue me.
Save me because of your unfailing love.
For in death, who remembers you?
Who can praise you from the grave?
I am worn out from sobbing.
Every night tears drench my bed; my pillow is wet from weeping.
My vision is blurred by grief; my eyes are worn out because of all my enemies.
Go away, all you who do evil, for the LORD has heard my plea; the LORD will answer my prayer.