when it rains, it pours

just when we thought God's plan was becoming clearer.  when we thought the sleepless nights might end.  when i thought i could concentrate on our new home and preparing for baby girl.  we get some news.

my brother tyler is sick.  in Taiwan.

he has been living there for almost 3 years now.  the last time we saw him was about a year and a half ago for amy's wedding.  the last time we skyped was Christmas.  we communicate randomly through facebook but with a 14 hour time difference it's just hard.

the timeline is weird bc of the time difference.  the details are not there because we are big family and information goes thought a lot of people.  but basically, he had a mental breakdown.  he is being hospitalized.  my dad has finally arrived and is able to give us more information about what may of happened.  bipolar? drugs? a manic episode? anxiety or panic attacks? a tumor?  spiritual attack?

we don't have the answers. and so we wait.  again.

what we do know: he is coming home.  my dad is bringing him home to seek medical treatment.  when? good question.  where will he go? good question.  

all i know is that my range of emotions have been tested.  the positivity and hope i have been clinging too with all the waiting has disappeared and then come back.  i have not slept well, then slept as hard as a rock.  i have worried, and i have felt peace.  

"it's an insurmountable situation.  we can try to solve it.  or we can pray." 

well said scooter.  i agree.