As I sit here, beginning my copious amounts of homework that never fails me, I cannot concentrate one bit. I had a busy day going nonstop from class, to lunch, back to my room to do laundry, class again, more laundry, softball practice, dinner, shower, check my email, a *special phone call*...and now here I sit.

It is amazing how thoughts can somehow be telepathically detected without the person on either end actually knowing that this is happening.

Every time I receive a notification about a new journal posting in my email inbox about this beautiful little girl who has stolen my heart, I always feel unsettled, agitated and nervous. Shall I read her update now, or wait until my emotions have settled? Eh I should just read it now. Prolonging it won't change anything. But what if it's news I do not want to hear? But what ifthis and what if that....? Thousands of thoughts, mainly the 'what ifs', fight with my confident thoughts that everthing is OK and that there is no need to worry. I remind myself yet again that the 'what ifs' are irrelevant; they always are. What I read is what I read and I need to be accepting of that. I do not have the power to change the news delivered. I only have the ability to make light of what the situation holds and give the support and advice I can give to her and her family!

Tonight I experienced such a night, receivinga notification of new journal entry posted. Then all those thoughts and emotions surfaced yet again, and then I decided to read the journal entry....after 5 minutes or so. The news sometimes breaks my heart, but in other extremes I could not be any happier reading it. Although I wish the news I read tonight would be more uplifting, but it is what it is...and hope, faith, my prayers and thoughts is all I can give to dear Emma and her family.

I signed her guest book with some enlightening and upbeat thoughts that I knew would make Emma smile, and sat down to begin my homework. My thoughts linger on Emma, and how I wish I could just hug her and hold her; no words needing to be said.

My phone rings and it's a number I do not recognize. I answered and tears couldn't have surfaced any quicker than they did. No...I did not recieve saddening news, I received the phone call I have been anticipating for a little bit now. Finally. It was about Emma, yes...but it was about time I got a call! lol. No no no...I just feel blessed and honored that I was in someone's thoughts, as much as they were and are in mine every day. It was a phone call meant to be...after I had just posted an entry under Emma's guestbook encouraging her to smile.

Everyone...
Prayers and thoughts are being asked for here for dear Emma. She is sick, but holding on strong. Please keep Emma and her family in your prayers! This is greatly appreciated. Thank you.

I think I shall attempt my homework now...


xoxoCourt