There is something indescribably marvelous about leaving one house in Beverly Hills and arriving at your home north of Houston just four hours later - all travel included - door to door. Wow. Top it all off with Liza’s ability to lay flat and have at least a tiny sleep along the way. To say that was a blessing feels a massive understatement.
We are home, all unpacked and settling in. Liza’s struggling with some significant internal frustration at not being better. We just all had our hopes set on her feeling better, I mean tangibly and noticeably feeling better, after LA. That is not the case, yet. And that is really, really hard to take. But, even though it is hard to do at times, we are still praying… and hoping. Our God is able. Thank you for praying and hoping with us.