ss Will Roberts continues to fight in a fragile condition following his latest medical care. Though he was able to return home briefly, sit up, and spend precious moments with his family, a deeply meaningful baptism had to be postponed as his body simply wasn’t ready

She loved them deeply.

Every one of them.

Not as distant names on a screen, but as brothers and sisters bound together by faith, prayer, and shared hope.

She often struggled to find words large enough to hold the gratitude in her heart.

Jason felt the same.

No thank-you ever seemed sufficient for the way people showed up, prayed, believed, and stayed.

Today had been a good day.

And yet, it had also been a hard one.

Those two truths existed together without canceling each other out.

There were smiles.

Moments of lightness that slipped in quietly, unexpected and gentle.

She held onto those moments like fragile treasures, fully aware of how rare they felt lately.

But beneath them all, her heart was still tired.

Bone-deep tired.

A weariness that didn’t disappear just because joy made a brief appearance.

She had learned that gratitude and exhaustion could live in the same place.

That faith did not erase fatigue.

That love did not always come with strength.

Some days arrived carrying only one emotion.

But most days did not.

Most days arrived tangled.

Hope woven tightly with exhaustion.

Peace brushing up against ache.

Faith resting beside fear.

And she knew she was not alone in that space.

So many others understood what it meant to feel thankful and worn down at the same time.

They had written to her.

Prayed for her.

Sat with her through messages sent late at night and early in the morning.

They reminded her again and again that she and Jason were not walking this road alone.

And she felt it.

More deeply than she could ever fully explain.

Tonight, she rested in God.

Not because everything was resolved.

Not because the hard parts had disappeared.

But because resting did not require answers.

Only trust.

She held onto the good.

She placed the hard gently into God’s hands.

Tomorrow would come soon enough.

And when it did, they would keep moving forward together.

One step at a time.

Will had been back home after the emergency room.

That alone felt like a small mercy wrapped in relief.

Seeing him sitting up, even for a few minutes, brought a quiet kind of joy that filled her chest and spilled into tears she didn’t try to stop.

Family had traveled to be there.

Family games

They had come for his baptism.

That moment hadn’t happened.

Not today.

But she believed it would, when his body was ready.

God’s timing did not always match their longing.

But it never lacked intention.

As the evening settled in, ordinary life briefly returned.

They took Charlie’s friend home.

The car ride felt simple, almost normal.

And then Will spoke from the back seat.

“Mama,” he said softly.

“Can I take Rebel and ride with you and listen to music?”

Her heart tightened and softened all at once.

Jason came too.

So did Granny.

Both dogs piled in, creating a crowded, imperfect, beautiful little moment.

For twenty minutes, the world slowed down.

Worship music filled the car.

Praise rose gently between tired breaths.

Voices joined together, not polished, not strong, but sincere.

It was sweet family time.

Family games

The kind that doesn’t need anything extra to be holy.

As they drove closer to home, she noticed Will lean forward.

She knew that posture.

She knew the pain had returned.

Her heart ached for him.

But gratitude rushed in just as quickly.

God had given him strength for those twenty minutes.

Enough to get up.

Enough to get out.

Enough to sit with his family and be present in the middle of struggle.

Family games

Even if it was just a car ride.

Even if it was brief.

Tonight, that was enough.

She carried that moment with her as the house grew quiet.

As the night wrapped around them.

As prayers whispered into the darkness.

God had met them there.

In weariness.

In worship.

In a simple drive home filled with love.

And she knew that even on the days when hearts felt tired, grace was still working quietly, faithfully, one small mercy at a time.