Noah

We had a scare last Saturday night, when he had a fever that wouldn't go down. It was hovering around the 104. mark, and even when he was submerged in a tub of tepid water, it would come down a degree, and then 30 minutes later shoot back up to 104 or better, even 105. So his parents took him to the hospital at 10pm that night, while we all prayed at home for him to be diagnosed well, and come home. The doctor determined it was a virus, not Swine Flu, and that he would get better with some motrin. By Sunday night, it was down to 99, and the family breathed easier. This morning he said, "guess what Tutu, my temperature is down." I told him he had good parents who knew what had to be done. And we thank our Heavenly Father once again for his deliverance.