A few days ago, my friend Amy Levy sent me an email with this thought... "I don't want to live a life that Satan doesn't want to bother with."

I'm now back home from the hospital, safe and sound and thoroughly covered in blessings and help from our church and friends. But Dan and I do feel like we're in the midst of a full-on spiritual attack on our family.

On Saturday night, we showed the SixtyFeet film, "Bereaved," to more than 200 women at the CFC Retreat. Not only that but we were also able to show the new ending to the film -- featuring the homecoming footage of Hannah and Joseph and our first night as a family of 7. It was powerful and awesome the Enemy HATED it. For real.

On the way home from the film showing that night, our car (our brand new, 8-seater car that doesn't even have a real license plate yet) broke down. Dan had to be towed all the way back to Atlanta.

On Sunday when I came home from the conference, I started running the fever, became sick and just spent 24 hours in the hospital.

I'm sure there is more to come because Satan is not pleased. Dan didn't enjoy hanging out in a broken down car on the side of the interstate in freezing cold weather on Saturday night. I didn't enjoy my sleepless night in the hopsital away from my children all day yesterday and today. But I've got to say, I'm proud to live a life that Satan wants to bother with.

Last night at the hospital was not as cut and dry as we had hoped. It was actually not my appendix but my right ovary which sits directly under my appendix. Apparently I had a rather large cyst which ruptured and bled out. My doctor sent me home this afternoon with some pain medication and an ultrasound appointment for Friday. Depending on the situation on Friday, I may still require surgery or it may all take care of itself. Either way, it was a little more intense than what I was hoping for. No one really wants to hear the words "um, it looks like you have a mass on your ovary."

But Satan has no power over me or mine and Dan and I are not afraid of him. If Satan is not pleased with our family then that's just too bad -- for him.

We have been the blessed recipients of so much care over the last 24 hours that it has almost been worth all the trouble anyways. Dan and I are seriously amazed by the number of people the Lord mobilized today on our behalf. Who knew we were so loved? I mean, after I called Dan yesterday and told him I was heading to the ER, he made two phone calls -- one to our dear friends Joy and Scott and one to our pastors, Curt and Jonathan. And within minutes, meals, babysitters, carpools and grocery store runs were arranged. We were covered in prayer and received more text messages and emails than I can count from the people who are praying for us.

We are a little tired from our night in the ER, I'm still in some pain and I'm feeling a little guilty for not spending more time with the children over the last few days but mostly we are blessed.

"... God, the source of hope, will fill you completely with joy and peace because you trust in Him."
-- Romans 15:13

Thanks to my friend Susan for sending me this verse... it was just what I needed today.