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I think about this blog. I do. I just don't have time to care for it like I want. I have 4 little ones to care for now, and they take A LOT of my time! 

Actually, I am beginning to think there is no such thing as "my time" anymore. It's either "their time" or "our time" but hardly ever "my time." My life is so bound up in my family, that there's very little of just "me" left. 

And that's ok!  

As John the baptist said of Jesus, "he must increase, and I must decrease." While I am not John the baptist and my children are not Jesus, that phrase still resonates with me as I spend my days dying to myself, serving my family, and praying that as I "decrease" my children ultimately will "increase."

That is a mother's hope! That her children will grow, thrive, succeed... 

It's easy to feel success with my 6 month old. She's growing by leaps and bounds and doing something new almost every day. It's easy to feel success with my older two. They're tall, healthy, strong, and so smart! 

The one I have the most trouble with in the day-to-day bog of life is, of course, Corban. The progress is painfully slow, and it's hard to see the forest for the trees most days. I get discouraged. I feel like giving up. I have a hard time recalling ways that he's changed for the better, as I often think of the ways that he's changed for the worse. Or hasn't changed at all.

That is the reason I pay any attention to this blog in the midst of my busy life. The reason I share what I do. I want to remember where Corban has come from, remember where he is today, and remember that he IS making progress. God IS doing something with him.

So, today, I will share one way he's changed. I will think about one way he's different than he used to be.

Corban's left thumb used to look like his right thumb.

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But 4 months ago, he had surgery. He spent 4 weeks in a cast.

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When the cast came off, we saw "pins."
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Which, really, were more like "3 inch nails." 
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 He had wounds that needed to heal. 
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But they have. They've healed. They've changed. 

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And NOW, his hand looks like this!

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It's different than it used to be. It's better than it used to be.


Don't let me forget.