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- It is so good to be home! It's also so quiet here at night. There's a lot of space to think and feel and worry (and FREAK THE HELL OUT) over all.of.the.things. I lay in bed with Lincoln at night, and I breathe as if my life depended on it—because in EVERY conceivable way, it does. I lay here, and I breathe as deeply as I can. And I remind myself, over and over and over again—as many times as it takes— that I can't trust my thoughts or my feelings when I'm as exhausted as I am. And I know this is true. I'm all for (and even passionate about) feeling true emotion, for shining light in the shadows and owning and acknowledging and really feeeeeling all the feelings that need to be owned and acknowledged and felt. That said, when perception is skewed by acute exhaustion (or myriad other circumstantial things in our lives), what we create in the thinking mind (and then in the feeling soul) can be magnified to epic (and unnecessary) proportions. I'm sharing that because a) apparently Instagram is free therapy for me (thank you, dr's, one and all) and b) maybe you out there, feeling all alone in the thick of your own stuff, might be able to take a deep breath and let go of some of the heaviness you're carrying, too. I want you to know that I'm speaking to the both of us when I say , little is ever as dark and dire as it may seem, and the light ALWAYS comes in the morning. Hang in there, beautiful you. I promise to do the same. #prayforlincolnjo #ruckuslist
- It is so good to be home! It& #39;s also so quiet here at night. There& #39;s a lot of space to think and feel and worry (and FREAK THE HELL OUT) over all.of.the.things. I lay in bed with Lincoln at night, and I breathe as if my life depended on it—because in EVERY conceivable way, it does. I lay here, and I breathe as deeply as I can. And I remind myself, over and over and over again—as many times as it takes— that I can& #39;t trust my thoughts or my feelings when I& #39;m as exhausted as I am. And I know this is true. I& #39;m all for (and even passionate about) feeling true emotion, for shining light in the shadows and owning and acknowledging and really feeeeeling all the feelings that need to be owned and acknowledged and felt. That said, when perception is skewed by acute exhaustion (or myriad other circumstantial things in our lives), what we create in the thinking mind (and then in the feeling soul) can be magnified to epic (and unnecessary) proportions. I& #39;m sharing that because a) apparently Instagram is free therapy for me (thank you, dr& #39;s , one and all) and b) maybe you out there, feeling all alone in the thick of your own stuff, might be able to take a deep breath and let go of some of the heaviness you& #39;re carrying, too. I want you to know that I& #39;m speaking to the both of us when I say , little is ever as dark and dire as it may seem, and the light ALWAYS comes in the morning. Hang in there, beautiful you. I promise to do the same. #prayforlincolnjo #ruckuslist
- It is so good to be home! It's also so quiet here at night. There's a lot of space to think and feel and worry (and FREAK THE HELL OUT) over all.of.the.things. I lay in bed with Lincoln at night, and I breathe as if my life depended on it—because in EVERY conceivable way, it does. I lay here, and I breathe as deeply as I can. And I remind myself, over and over and over again—as many times as it takes— that I can't trust my thoughts or my feelings when I'm as exhausted as I am. And I know this is true. I'm all for (and even passionate about) feeling true emotion, for shining light in the shadows and owning and acknowledging and really feeeeeling all the feelings that need to be owned and acknowledged and felt. That said, when perception is skewed by acute exhaustion (or myriad other circumstantial things in our lives), what we create in the thinking mind (and then in the feeling soul) can be magnified to epic (and unnecessary) proportions. I'm sharing that because a) apparently Instagram is free therapy for me (thank you, dr's, one and all) and b) maybe you out there, feeling all alone in the thick of your own stuff, might be able to take a deep breath and let go of some of the heaviness you're carrying, too. I want you to know that I'm speaking to the both of us when I say , little is ever as dark and dire as it may seem, and the light ALWAYS comes in the morning. Hang in there, beautiful you. I promise to do the same. #prayforlincolnjo #ruckuslist
- Look closely at this. This is a picture of a miracle. This is the little boy your prayers are healing. This is what love and faith and hope and prayers and the determination of committed doctors and nurses all look like. We've been told Lincoln's injuries could easily have been unsurvivable: That on a seriousness scale of 1 to 10, his injuries were a 15. Seeing him in those first hours and days was take-your-breath-away terrifying. I could barely stand. But, through your prayers, we've watched the measured concern on his doctors faces morph into amazed smiles. The road has been–and will continue to be–a rough one. But just look at this boy today. I'm filled with gratitude in every breath. I'm filled with gratitude for each of you. With gratitude to a loving Father in Heaven. I tell you with all my heart: God is real. He listens. He cares. And when we gather our love and faith together–even across cyber-space–He sends miracles. Thank you. Every single one of you; thank you for your prayers. Mahalo, from the very bottom of this tutu's grateful heart. #prayforlincolnjo
- Look closely at this. This is a picture of a miracle. This is the little boy your prayers are healing. This is what love and faith and hope and prayers and the determination of committed doctors and nurses all look like. We& #39;ve been told Lincoln& #39;s injuries could easily have been unsurvivable: That on a seriousness scale of 1 to 10, his injuries were a 15. Seeing him in those first hours and days was take-your-breath-away terrifying. I could barely stand. But, through your prayers, we& #39;ve watched the measured concern on his doctors faces morph into amazed smiles. The road has been–and will continue to be–a rough one. But just look at this boy today. I& #39;m filled with gratitude in every breath. I& #39;m filled with gratitude for each of you. With gratitude to a loving Father in Heaven. I tell you with all my heart: God is real. He listens. He cares. And when we gather our love and faith together–even across cyber-space–He sends miracles. Thank you. Every single one of you; thank you for your prayers. Mahalo, from the very bottom of this tutu& #39;s grateful heart. #prayforlincolnjo
- Look closely at this. This is a picture of a miracle. This is the little boy your prayers are healing. This is what love and faith and hope and prayers and the determination of committed doctors and nurses all look like. We've been told Lincoln's injuries could easily have been unsurvivable: That on a seriousness scale of 1 to 10, his injuries were a 15. Seeing him in those first hours and days was take-your-breath-away terrifying. I could barely stand. But, through your prayers, we've watched the measured concern on his doctors faces morph into amazed smiles. The road has been–and will continue to be–a rough one. But just look at this boy today. I'm filled with gratitude in every breath. I'm filled with gratitude for each of you. With gratitude to a loving Father in Heaven. I tell you with all my heart: God is real. He listens. He cares. And when we gather our love and faith together–even across cyber-space–He sends miracles. Thank you. Every single one of you; thank you for your prayers. Mahalo, from the very bottom of this tutu's grateful heart. #prayforlincolnjo
- Today was surprisingly eventful. Yesterday morning, Lincoln's whole team came in to see us. They explained that they were feeling a little concerned, that after 3 weeks in the hospital, Lincoln might be coming down with "the hospital blues." They had talked, and they said we could stay in the hospital for another week based on the significance of the brain injury and the fact that his insides are still so delicate and far from healed.... but that if we felt like we could care for him adequately at home, they were open to that option in an effort to protect his emotional health. The sweet pediatric surgeon (who I adore) explained that, in general, kids tend to heal way faster at home, in their own environment. That conversation was a big surprise to us, because all along we had been anticipating at least a other week of hospitalization. Richie and I were leery, because he's still so fragile and his TBI symptoms are so easily triggered. BUT... Lincoln REALLY wanted to go home. You should have seen the way his face lit up at the prospect! So, wheelchair, enough cream to lotion an elephant and anti-nausea medication in hand, we set out this afternoon into the lone and dreary world! 😳 Even surviving the drive home was a big accomplishment for lincoln, but this kid. Man. He is amazing! Not a whisper of complaint. The doctors came in this morning as we were filling out discharge paperwork and explained that we should expect a full month of recovery for every week spent in the hospital—we were in the hospital 3 weeks...He isn't allowed to do anything more strenuous than "slow walking" until the middle of November, and worst of all, he isn't allowed in the ocean until then either. 😭 Seeing the disappointment on his sweet little face, the pediatric surgeon added, "I know it's discouraging how long recovery will take, but if serious injuries are a 10 on a scale of 1-10, Lincoln, you were at a 15. And you are ALIVE. So try to keep it in perspective, and take it all one day at a time." So that's what we're doing! At home. 😳🎉 CONTINUED IN COMMENTS👇🏻
- Today was surprisingly eventful. Yesterday morning, Lincoln& #39;s whole team came in to see us. They explained that they were feeling a little concerned, that after 3 weeks in the hospital, Lincoln might be coming down with "the hospital blues." They had talked, and they said we could stay in the hospital for another week based on the significance of the brain injury and the fact that his insides are still so delicate and far from healed.... but that if we felt like we could care for him adequately at home, they were open to that option in an effort to protect his emotional health. The sweet pediatric surgeon (who I adore) explained that, in general, kids tend to heal way faster at home, in their own environment. That conversation was a big surprise to us, because all along we had been anticipating at least a other week of hospitalization. Richie and I were leery, because he& #39;s still so fragile and his TBI symptoms are so easily triggered. BUT... Lincoln REALLY wanted to go home. You should have seen the way his face lit up at the prospect! So, wheelchair, enough cream to lotion an elephant and anti-nausea medication in hand, we set out this afternoon into the lone and dreary world! 😳 Even surviving the drive home was a big accomplishment for lincoln, but this kid. Man. He is amazing! Not a whisper of complaint. The doctors came in this morning as we were filling out discharge paperwork and explained that we should expect a full month of recovery for every week spent in the hospital—we were in the hospital 3 weeks...He isn& #39;t allowed to do anything more strenuous than "slow walking" until the middle of November, and worst of all, he isn& #39;t allowed in the ocean until then either. 😭 Seeing the disappointment on his sweet little face, the pediatric surgeon added, "I know it& #39;s discouraging how long recovery will take, but if serious injuries are a 10 on a scale of 1-10, Lincoln, you were at a 15. And you are ALIVE. So try to keep it in perspective, and take it all one day at a time." So that& #39;s what we& #39;re doing! At home. 😳🎉 CONTINUED IN COMMENTS👇🏻
- Today was surprisingly eventful. Yesterday morning, Lincoln's whole team came in to see us. They explained that they were feeling a little concerned, that after 3 weeks in the hospital, Lincoln might be coming down with "the hospital blues." They had talked, and they said we could stay in the hospital for another week based on the significance of the brain injury and the fact that his insides are still so delicate and far from healed.... but that if we felt like we could care for him adequately at home, they were open to that option in an effort to protect his emotional health. The sweet pediatric surgeon (who I adore) explained that, in general, kids tend to heal way faster at home, in their own environment. That conversation was a big surprise to us, because all along we had been anticipating at least a other week of hospitalization. Richie and I were leery, because he's still so fragile and his TBI symptoms are so easily triggered. BUT... Lincoln REALLY wanted to go home. You should have seen the way his face lit up at the prospect! So, wheelchair, enough cream to lotion an elephant and anti-nausea medication in hand, we set out this afternoon into the lone and dreary world! 😳 Even surviving the drive home was a big accomplishment for lincoln, but this kid. Man. He is amazing! Not a whisper of complaint. The doctors came in this morning as we were filling out discharge paperwork and explained that we should expect a full month of recovery for every week spent in the hospital—we were in the hospital 3 weeks...He isn't allowed to do anything more strenuous than "slow walking" until the middle of November, and worst of all, he isn't allowed in the ocean until then either. 😭 Seeing the disappointment on his sweet little face, the pediatric surgeon added, "I know it's discouraging how long recovery will take, but if serious injuries are a 10 on a scale of 1-10, Lincoln, you were at a 15. And you are ALIVE. So try to keep it in perspective, and take it all one day at a time." So that's what we're doing! At home. 😳🎉 CONTINUED IN COMMENTS👇🏻
- I will never understand how tragedy plays such an important role in the positive shaping of our life. It never seems fair and can either completely crush your spirit or bring you insurmountable joy. @richie_norton and his family have seen many ups and downs in their lifetime and are in the thick of one of the downsides right now. Their son was recently hit by an SUV and has been in the hospital for several days now. This bracelet was made by @thecopperforge in attempts to raise money for the Norton family. They raised over $1000 and have given people a reminder to pray for Lincoln. If you feel a desire in your heart to donate to the Norton's Go Fund Me page please do so! You will find the link to their page through @natalienorton . Please join me in prayer for Lincoln - That Yahweh will fully restore his body. I pray the Hebrew word "bara" over Lincoln and ask Yahweh to create brand new parts in him that have been broken. Thank you very much. #prayforlincolnjo
- I will never understand how tragedy plays such an important role in the positive shaping of our life. It never seems fair and can either completely crush your spirit or bring you insurmountable joy. @richie_norton and his family have seen many ups and downs in their lifetime and are in the thick of one of the downsides right now. Their son was recently hit by an SUV and has been in the hospital for several days now. This bracelet was made by @thecopperforge in attempts to raise money for the Norton family. They raised over $1000 and have given people a reminder to pray for Lincoln. If you feel a desire in your heart to donate to the Norton& #39;s Go Fund Me page please do so! You will find the link to their page through @natalienorton . Please join me in prayer for Lincoln - That Yahweh will fully restore his body. I pray the Hebrew word "bara" over Lincoln and ask Yahweh to create brand new parts in him that have been broken. Thank you very much. #prayforlincolnjo
- I will never understand how tragedy plays such an important role in the positive shaping of our life. It never seems fair and can either completely crush your spirit or bring you insurmountable joy. @richie_norton and his family have seen many ups and downs in their lifetime and are in the thick of one of the downsides right now. Their son was recently hit by an SUV and has been in the hospital for several days now. This bracelet was made by @thecopperforge in attempts to raise money for the Norton family. They raised over $1000 and have given people a reminder to pray for Lincoln. If you feel a desire in your heart to donate to the Norton's Go Fund Me page please do so! You will find the link to their page through @natalienorton . Please join me in prayer for Lincoln - That Yahweh will fully restore his body. I pray the Hebrew word "bara" over Lincoln and ask Yahweh to create brand new parts in him that have been broken. Thank you very much. #prayforlincolnjo
- MAHALO TO EVERYONE WHO'S BEEN PRAYING & SENDING ALO)(A TO LINCOLN & HIS OHANA. HUGE MAHALO TO EVERYONE WHO DONATED TO HIS GO FUND ME. THIS IS A PIC OF LINCOLN TODAY GETTING A VISIT FROM @northshorelifeguardassociation LOOK AT DA PIC WE POSTED OF LINCOLN ON AUGUST 7TH 🙏🏾LINCOLN IS LUCKY TO BE ALIVE. WE GONNA SEE LINCOLN PADDLING OUT WIT ALL HIS UNKOS AGAIN SOON 🙌🏾PLEASE READ HIS MOM'S @natalienorton POST BELOW 🙏🏾 Today, a new (to us) doctor came in to Lincolns bedside, and after looking him over for a few minutes, he turned to me and solemnly said, "after reviewing his file, I did not expect to see a kid who looks this well. After everything he has been through, he is lucky to be alive, let alone looking this good." I could hardly focus on anything he said after that point. Tears streamed down my face, and all I could think about was all the love, positive energy, and prayers that have been coming at this kid from all over the world. You can't read about that in a medical file, but it's been as tangibly real a part of Lincolns healing as anything else along this gnarly, gnarly path! He shouldn't be doing as well as he is right now, and yet, here he is! Improving—inexplicably—by leaps and bounds, every single day! We are so proud of our boy and his iron will! And our gratitude to each and every one of you is beyond description! Today, we we are especially grateful to these awesome visitors who made our little grom feel so very, very loved and lifted his spirits immeasurably! Thank you Uncle Kai, Uncle Jesse and Uncle Shirley and all the Uncles at the @northshorelifeguardassociation!!!!! We love you all so much!!!!! #prayforlincolnjo #hawaii #surf #northshore #yoga #bikini #fitness #lifeguard #ocean #gopro #dji #drone #juniorlifeguards #northshorelifeguardassociation #fish #sup #bodyboard #808 #youth #swimming #swim #aloha #dahui808 #dahui #health #athlete #sport #grom #jetski #oceanrescue @rvca @rvcasurf
- MAHALO TO EVERYONE WHO& #39;S BEEN PRAYING & SENDING ALO)(A TO LINCOLN & HIS OHANA. HUGE MAHALO TO EVERYONE WHO DONATED TO HIS GO FUND ME. THIS IS A PIC OF LINCOLN TODAY GETTING A VISIT FROM @northshorelifeguardassociation LOOK AT DA PIC WE POSTED OF LINCOLN ON AUGUST 7TH 🙏🏾LINCOLN IS LUCKY TO BE ALIVE. WE GONNA SEE LINCOLN PADDLING OUT WIT ALL HIS UNKOS AGAIN SOON 🙌🏾PLEASE READ HIS MOM& #39;S @natalienorton POST BELOW 🙏🏾 Today, a new (to us) doctor came in to Lincolns bedside, and after looking him over for a few minutes, he turned to me and solemnly said, "after reviewing his file, I did not expect to see a kid who looks this well. After everything he has been through, he is lucky to be alive, let alone looking this good." I could hardly focus on anything he said after that point. Tears streamed down my face, and all I could think about was all the love, positive energy, and prayers that have been coming at this kid from all over the world. You can& #39;t read about that in a medical file, but it& #39;s been as tangibly real a part of Lincolns healing as anything else along this gnarly, gnarly path! He shouldn& #39;t be doing as well as he is right now, and yet, here he is! Improving—inexplicably—by leaps and bounds, every single day! We are so proud of our boy and his iron will! And our gratitude to each and every one of you is beyond description! Today, we we are especially grateful to these awesome visitors who made our little grom feel so very, very loved and lifted his spirits immeasurably! Thank you Uncle Kai, Uncle Jesse and Uncle Shirley and all the Uncles at the @northshorelifeguardassociation !!!!! We love you all so much!!!!! #prayforlincolnjo #hawaii #surf #northshore #yoga #bikini #fitness #lifeguard #ocean #gopro #dji #drone #juniorlifeguards #northshorelifeguardassociation #fish #sup #bodyboard #808 #youth #swimming #swim #aloha #dahui808 #dahui #health #athlete #sport #grom #jetski #oceanrescue @rvca @rvcasurf
- MAHALO TO EVERYONE WHO'S BEEN PRAYING & SENDING ALO)(A TO LINCOLN & HIS OHANA. HUGE MAHALO TO EVERYONE WHO DONATED TO HIS GO FUND ME. THIS IS A PIC OF LINCOLN TODAY GETTING A VISIT FROM @northshorelifeguardassociation LOOK AT DA PIC WE POSTED OF LINCOLN ON AUGUST 7TH 🙏🏾LINCOLN IS LUCKY TO BE ALIVE. WE GONNA SEE LINCOLN PADDLING OUT WIT ALL HIS UNKOS AGAIN SOON 🙌🏾PLEASE READ HIS MOM'S @natalienorton POST BELOW 🙏🏾 Today, a new (to us) doctor came in to Lincolns bedside, and after looking him over for a few minutes, he turned to me and solemnly said, "after reviewing his file, I did not expect to see a kid who looks this well. After everything he has been through, he is lucky to be alive, let alone looking this good." I could hardly focus on anything he said after that point. Tears streamed down my face, and all I could think about was all the love, positive energy, and prayers that have been coming at this kid from all over the world. You can't read about that in a medical file, but it's been as tangibly real a part of Lincolns healing as anything else along this gnarly, gnarly path! He shouldn't be doing as well as he is right now, and yet, here he is! Improving—inexplicably—by leaps and bounds, every single day! We are so proud of our boy and his iron will! And our gratitude to each and every one of you is beyond description! Today, we we are especially grateful to these awesome visitors who made our little grom feel so very, very loved and lifted his spirits immeasurably! Thank you Uncle Kai, Uncle Jesse and Uncle Shirley and all the Uncles at the @northshorelifeguardassociation!!!!! We love you all so much!!!!! #prayforlincolnjo #hawaii #surf #northshore #yoga #bikini #fitness #lifeguard #ocean #gopro #dji #drone #juniorlifeguards #northshorelifeguardassociation #fish #sup #bodyboard #808 #youth #swimming #swim #aloha #dahui808 #dahui #health #athlete #sport #grom #jetski #oceanrescue @rvca @rvcasurf
- Today, a new (to us) doctor came in to Lincolns bedside, and after looking him over for a few minutes, he turned to me and solemnly said, "after reviewing his file, I did not expect to see a kid who looks this well. After everything he has been through, he is lucky to be alive, let alone looking this good." I could hardly focus on anything he said after that point. Tears streamed down my face, and all I could think about was all the love, positive energy, and prayers that have been coming at this kid from all over the world. You can't read about that in a medical file, but it's been as tangibly real a part of Lincolns healing as anything else along this gnarly, gnarly path! He shouldn't be doing as well as he is right now, and yet, here he is! Improving—inexplicably—by leaps and bounds, every single day! We are so proud of our boy and his iron will! And our gratitude to each and every one of you is beyond description! Today, we we are especially grateful to these awesome visitors who made our little grom feel so very, very loved and lifted his spirits immeasurably! Thank you Uncle Kai, Uncle Jesse and Uncle Shirley and all the Uncles at the @northshorelifeguardassociation!!!!! We love you all so much!!!!! #prayforlincolnjo
- Today, a new (to us) doctor came in to Lincolns bedside, and after looking him over for a few minutes, he turned to me and solemnly said, "after reviewing his file, I did not expect to see a kid who looks this well. After everything he has been through, he is lucky to be alive, let alone looking this good." I could hardly focus on anything he said after that point. Tears streamed down my face, and all I could think about was all the love, positive energy, and prayers that have been coming at this kid from all over the world. You can& #39;t read about that in a medical file, but it& #39;s been as tangibly real a part of Lincolns healing as anything else along this gnarly, gnarly path! He shouldn& #39;t be doing as well as he is right now, and yet, here he is! Improving—inexplicably—by leaps and bounds, every single day! We are so proud of our boy and his iron will! And our gratitude to each and every one of you is beyond description! Today, we we are especially grateful to these awesome visitors who made our little grom feel so very, very loved and lifted his spirits immeasurably! Thank you Uncle Kai, Uncle Jesse and Uncle Shirley and all the Uncles at the @northshorelifeguardassociation !!!!! We love you all so much!!!!! #prayforlincolnjo
- Today, a new (to us) doctor came in to Lincolns bedside, and after looking him over for a few minutes, he turned to me and solemnly said, "after reviewing his file, I did not expect to see a kid who looks this well. After everything he has been through, he is lucky to be alive, let alone looking this good." I could hardly focus on anything he said after that point. Tears streamed down my face, and all I could think about was all the love, positive energy, and prayers that have been coming at this kid from all over the world. You can't read about that in a medical file, but it's been as tangibly real a part of Lincolns healing as anything else along this gnarly, gnarly path! He shouldn't be doing as well as he is right now, and yet, here he is! Improving—inexplicably—by leaps and bounds, every single day! We are so proud of our boy and his iron will! And our gratitude to each and every one of you is beyond description! Today, we we are especially grateful to these awesome visitors who made our little grom feel so very, very loved and lifted his spirits immeasurably! Thank you Uncle Kai, Uncle Jesse and Uncle Shirley and all the Uncles at the @northshorelifeguardassociation!!!!! We love you all so much!!!!! #prayforlincolnjo
- #Repost @natalienorton (@get_repost) ・・・ I had a legitimate breakdown yesterday. Something shifted internally to the point where the trauma changed from just being this abstract story I was relaying (a defense mechanism of sorts that I'm thinking probably allowed me to keep overwhelm at bay) to an experience I was really, truly, deeply liiiiiiiiving. My psyche must have, for whatever reason, felt that I was able to finally, and fully, feel the heaviness, the panic, the uncertainty, the anger, the fear ... everything, all of it, no holds barred. To say the experience was "disorienting" would be the understatement of a thousand centuries. This momma finally lost her sh**. I don't know if I've ever cried that ....robustly (??? I can't find the best description, so that will have to do). I was experiencing emotion faster than I could actually feel and process it. The emotion that was most overwhelming (and disorienting) was the anger. I would go so far as to say that I was overcome with fury. Not at the driver (we love and forgive him with our whole hearts), just at the totality of the situation—at the violence of it and our helplessness within it. Then, the emotion that snuck in once that door cracked open was a deep, penetrating sense of shame. I felt angry at myself, for feeling angry. Having lived through heavy grief and having dedicated so many years of my life to helping others move through big emotions in healthy ways, I found myself slipping into even DEEPER judgement and pain. "I KNOW BETTER THAN THIS!!!!" I was resisting emotion, trying to will "shameful" feelings away.... and that only served to heighten the intensity. Resisting emotion, I have found, is akin to pulling a door open with one hand while simultaneously pushing it shut with the other. It's the fastest way there is to emotionally stuck and frustrated. All this to say, one of my dearest friends @linzraynor reminded me of the perfect thing, and I'm sharing it tonight because I pray it might bless a life or two out there as well. She said, "you know better than anyone that the only way out is THROUGH the fire. Even when the flames are made of fury." (Read entire story in original post).
- #Repost @natalienorton @get_repost ) ・・・ I had a legitimate breakdown yesterday. Something shifted internally to the point where the trauma changed from just being this abstract story I was relaying (a defense mechanism of sorts that I& #39;m thinking probably allowed me to keep overwhelm at bay) to an experience I was really, truly, deeply liiiiiiiiving. My psyche must have, for whatever reason, felt that I was able to finally, and fully, feel the heaviness, the panic, the uncertainty, the anger, the fear ... everything, all of it, no holds barred. To say the experience was "disorienting" would be the understatement of a thousand centuries. This momma finally lost her sh**. I don& #39;t know if I& #39;ve ever cried that ....robustly (??? I can& #39;t find the best description, so that will have to do). I was experiencing emotion faster than I could actually feel and process it. The emotion that was most overwhelming (and disorienting) was the anger. I would go so far as to say that I was overcome with fury. Not at the driver (we love and forgive him with our whole hearts), just at the totality of the situation—at the violence of it and our helplessness within it. Then, the emotion that snuck in once that door cracked open was a deep, penetrating sense of shame. I felt angry at myself, for feeling angry. Having lived through heavy grief and having dedicated so many years of my life to helping others move through big emotions in healthy ways, I found myself slipping into even DEEPER judgement and pain. "I KNOW BETTER THAN THIS!!!!" I was resisting emotion, trying to will "shameful" feelings away.... and that only served to heighten the intensity. Resisting emotion, I have found, is akin to pulling a door open with one hand while simultaneously pushing it shut with the other. It& #39;s the fastest way there is to emotionally stuck and frustrated. All this to say, one of my dearest friends @linzraynor reminded me of the perfect thing, and I& #39;m sharing it tonight because I pray it might bless a life or two out there as well. She said, "you know better than anyone that the only way out is THROUGH the fire. Even when the flames are made of fury." (Read entire story in original post).
- #Repost @natalienorton (@get_repost) ・・・ I had a legitimate breakdown yesterday. Something shifted internally to the point where the trauma changed from just being this abstract story I was relaying (a defense mechanism of sorts that I'm thinking probably allowed me to keep overwhelm at bay) to an experience I was really, truly, deeply liiiiiiiiving. My psyche must have, for whatever reason, felt that I was able to finally, and fully, feel the heaviness, the panic, the uncertainty, the anger, the fear ... everything, all of it, no holds barred. To say the experience was "disorienting" would be the understatement of a thousand centuries. This momma finally lost her sh**. I don't know if I've ever cried that ....robustly (??? I can't find the best description, so that will have to do). I was experiencing emotion faster than I could actually feel and process it. The emotion that was most overwhelming (and disorienting) was the anger. I would go so far as to say that I was overcome with fury. Not at the driver (we love and forgive him with our whole hearts), just at the totality of the situation—at the violence of it and our helplessness within it. Then, the emotion that snuck in once that door cracked open was a deep, penetrating sense of shame. I felt angry at myself, for feeling angry. Having lived through heavy grief and having dedicated so many years of my life to helping others move through big emotions in healthy ways, I found myself slipping into even DEEPER judgement and pain. "I KNOW BETTER THAN THIS!!!!" I was resisting emotion, trying to will "shameful" feelings away.... and that only served to heighten the intensity. Resisting emotion, I have found, is akin to pulling a door open with one hand while simultaneously pushing it shut with the other. It's the fastest way there is to emotionally stuck and frustrated. All this to say, one of my dearest friends @linzraynor reminded me of the perfect thing, and I'm sharing it tonight because I pray it might bless a life or two out there as well. She said, "you know better than anyone that the only way out is THROUGH the fire. Even when the flames are made of fury." (Read entire story in original post).
- Tonight was such a wonderful showing of love and service. I watched a whole family be a part of a fundraiser. Showing love and support as DeAnne sat and signed ever single piece! She has so much love for others and lives as Christ taught. As I was helping this screen shot was taken and I had to take a breath. Behind me is a gorgeous photo of Jesus sitting with a little boy. Tonight DeAnne made a statement that affects tatt and i' lives greatly and this picture just made me fall apart in happy tears. I am so overwhelmed with the level of love that has been poured our way. All I can think about is how I will ever repay this level of kindness, if I have to spend my whole life figuring that out I will proudly do so. #becauseoflularoe #lularoefundraiser #prayforlincolnjo #lularoe #lularoeliveforcharity #lularoelove #lularoelife #lularoestyle #ilovelularoe #fundraiser #lularoelove #lularoeamelia #lularoejoy #fashion #style
- Tonight was such a wonderful showing of love and service. I watched a whole family be a part of a fundraiser. Showing love and support as DeAnne sat and signed ever single piece! She has so much love for others and lives as Christ taught. As I was helping this screen shot was taken and I had to take a breath. Behind me is a gorgeous photo of Jesus sitting with a little boy. Tonight DeAnne made a statement that affects tatt and i& #39; lives greatly and this picture just made me fall apart in happy tears. I am so overwhelmed with the level of love that has been poured our way. All I can think about is how I will ever repay this level of kindness, if I have to spend my whole life figuring that out I will proudly do so. #becauseoflularoe #lularoefundraiser #prayforlincolnjo #lularoe #lularoeliveforcharity #lularoelove #lularoelife #lularoestyle #ilovelularoe #fundraiser #lularoelove #lularoeamelia #lularoejoy #fashion #style
- Tonight was such a wonderful showing of love and service. I watched a whole family be a part of a fundraiser. Showing love and support as DeAnne sat and signed ever single piece! She has so much love for others and lives as Christ taught. As I was helping this screen shot was taken and I had to take a breath. Behind me is a gorgeous photo of Jesus sitting with a little boy. Tonight DeAnne made a statement that affects tatt and i' lives greatly and this picture just made me fall apart in happy tears. I am so overwhelmed with the level of love that has been poured our way. All I can think about is how I will ever repay this level of kindness, if I have to spend my whole life figuring that out I will proudly do so. #becauseoflularoe #lularoefundraiser #prayforlincolnjo #lularoe #lularoeliveforcharity #lularoelove #lularoelife #lularoestyle #ilovelularoe #fundraiser #lularoelove #lularoeamelia #lularoejoy #fashion #style
- I had a legitimate breakdown yesterday. Something shifted internally to the point where the trauma changed from just being this abstract story I was relaying (a defense mechanism of sorts that I'm thinking probably allowed me to keep overwhelm at bay) to an experience I was really, truly, deeply liiiiiiiiving. My psyche must have, for whatever reason, felt that I was able to finally, and fully, feel the heaviness, the panic, the uncertainty, the anger, the fear ... everything, all of it, no holds barred. To say the experience was "disorienting" would be the understatement of a thousand centuries. This momma finally lost her sh**. I don't know if I've ever cried that ....robustly (??? I can't find the best description, so that will have to do). I was experiencing emotion faster than I could actually feel and process it. The emotion that was most overwhelming (and disorienting) was the anger. I would go so far as to say that I was overcome with fury. Not at the driver (we love and forgive him with our whole hearts), just at the totality of the situation—at the violence of it and our helplessness within it. Then, the emotion that snuck in once that door cracked open was a deep, penetrating sense of shame. I felt angry at myself, for feeling angry. Having lived through heavy grief and having dedicated so many years of my life to helping others move through big emotions in healthy ways, I found myself slipping into even DEEPER judgement and pain. "I KNOW BETTER THAN THIS!!!!" I was resisting emotion, trying to will "shameful" feelings away.... and that only served to heighten the intensity. Resisting emotion, I have found, is akin to pulling a door open with one hand while simultaneously pushing it shut with the other. It's the fastest way there is to emotionally stuck and frustrated. All this to say, one of my dearest friends @linzraynor reminded me of the perfect thing, and I'm sharing it tonight because I pray it might bless a life or two out there as well. She said, "you know better than anyone that the only way out is THROUGH the fire. Even when the flames are made of fury." Continued in the comments 😬🙄🤷🏻‍♀️👇🏻
- I had a legitimate breakdown yesterday. Something shifted internally to the point where the trauma changed from just being this abstract story I was relaying (a defense mechanism of sorts that I& #39;m thinking probably allowed me to keep overwhelm at bay) to an experience I was really, truly, deeply liiiiiiiiving. My psyche must have, for whatever reason, felt that I was able to finally, and fully, feel the heaviness, the panic, the uncertainty, the anger, the fear ... everything, all of it, no holds barred. To say the experience was "disorienting" would be the understatement of a thousand centuries. This momma finally lost her sh**. I don& #39;t know if I& #39;ve ever cried that ....robustly (??? I can& #39;t find the best description, so that will have to do). I was experiencing emotion faster than I could actually feel and process it. The emotion that was most overwhelming (and disorienting) was the anger. I would go so far as to say that I was overcome with fury. Not at the driver (we love and forgive him with our whole hearts), just at the totality of the situation—at the violence of it and our helplessness within it. Then, the emotion that snuck in once that door cracked open was a deep, penetrating sense of shame. I felt angry at myself, for feeling angry. Having lived through heavy grief and having dedicated so many years of my life to helping others move through big emotions in healthy ways, I found myself slipping into even DEEPER judgement and pain. "I KNOW BETTER THAN THIS!!!!" I was resisting emotion, trying to will "shameful" feelings away.... and that only served to heighten the intensity. Resisting emotion, I have found, is akin to pulling a door open with one hand while simultaneously pushing it shut with the other. It& #39;s the fastest way there is to emotionally stuck and frustrated. All this to say, one of my dearest friends @linzraynor reminded me of the perfect thing, and I& #39;m sharing it tonight because I pray it might bless a life or two out there as well. She said, "you know better than anyone that the only way out is THROUGH the fire. Even when the flames are made of fury." Continued in the comments 😬🙄🤷🏻‍♀️👇🏻
- I had a legitimate breakdown yesterday. Something shifted internally to the point where the trauma changed from just being this abstract story I was relaying (a defense mechanism of sorts that I'm thinking probably allowed me to keep overwhelm at bay) to an experience I was really, truly, deeply liiiiiiiiving. My psyche must have, for whatever reason, felt that I was able to finally, and fully, feel the heaviness, the panic, the uncertainty, the anger, the fear ... everything, all of it, no holds barred. To say the experience was "disorienting" would be the understatement of a thousand centuries. This momma finally lost her sh**. I don't know if I've ever cried that ....robustly (??? I can't find the best description, so that will have to do). I was experiencing emotion faster than I could actually feel and process it. The emotion that was most overwhelming (and disorienting) was the anger. I would go so far as to say that I was overcome with fury. Not at the driver (we love and forgive him with our whole hearts), just at the totality of the situation—at the violence of it and our helplessness within it. Then, the emotion that snuck in once that door cracked open was a deep, penetrating sense of shame. I felt angry at myself, for feeling angry. Having lived through heavy grief and having dedicated so many years of my life to helping others move through big emotions in healthy ways, I found myself slipping into even DEEPER judgement and pain. "I KNOW BETTER THAN THIS!!!!" I was resisting emotion, trying to will "shameful" feelings away.... and that only served to heighten the intensity. Resisting emotion, I have found, is akin to pulling a door open with one hand while simultaneously pushing it shut with the other. It's the fastest way there is to emotionally stuck and frustrated. All this to say, one of my dearest friends @linzraynor reminded me of the perfect thing, and I'm sharing it tonight because I pray it might bless a life or two out there as well. She said, "you know better than anyone that the only way out is THROUGH the fire. Even when the flames are made of fury." Continued in the comments 😬🙄🤷🏻‍♀️👇🏻
- I stumbled across a family that has a continuously growing #testimony of strong faith. Watching their #grace & reading their #deephearted words leaves me #speechless & have had tragedy struck their family. I've learned that as early as 1 yr ago their world was thrown & a new perspective emerged (learned in a testimonial YouTube video Mrs Norton made) the more I learn about these humble people the more they #inspire me. I adore her words in this. Such #grace, such #insight. Through sharing their story, I believe many will find faith & grow closer to #god. I can attest that I am in awe & in myself I have an awakening more as I read their words. #prayforlincolnjo #ruckuslist #godheals #godhears #pressthrough #deepcallstodeep
- I stumbled across a family that has a continuously growing #testimony of strong faith. Watching their #grace & reading their #deephearted words leaves me #speechless & have had tragedy struck their family. I& #39;ve learned that as early as 1 yr ago their world was thrown & a new perspective emerged (learned in a testimonial YouTube video Mrs Norton made) the more I learn about these humble people the more they #inspire me. I adore her words in this. Such #grace , such #insight . Through sharing their story, I believe many will find faith & grow closer to #god . I can attest that I am in awe & in myself I have an awakening more as I read their words. #prayforlincolnjo #ruckuslist #godheals #godhears #pressthrough #deepcallstodeep
- I stumbled across a family that has a continuously growing #testimony of strong faith. Watching their #grace & reading their #deephearted words leaves me #speechless & have had tragedy struck their family. I've learned that as early as 1 yr ago their world was thrown & a new perspective emerged (learned in a testimonial YouTube video Mrs Norton made) the more I learn about these humble people the more they #inspire me. I adore her words in this. Such #grace, such #insight. Through sharing their story, I believe many will find faith & grow closer to #god. I can attest that I am in awe & in myself I have an awakening more as I read their words. #prayforlincolnjo #ruckuslist #godheals #godhears #pressthrough #deepcallstodeep
- Keeping it klassy. 🤸🏽‍♀️ Relying on the healing power of touch, and there aren't many places I can get my mitts on him without causing pain. Pluuuuuus there's medical junk 🙄 EVERYWHERE, so I can't always maneuver myself close enough to get at him .... so ... you do what you gotta do. 🤷🏻‍♀️(also, how wonderful is my baby looking here?!?! 😭🙏🏻❤️🙏🏻😭 it's all your positivity and prayers!!!!!! We love you!) #prayforlincolnjo
- Keeping it klassy. 🤸🏽‍♀️ Relying on the healing power of touch, and there aren& #39;t many places I can get my mitts on him without causing pain. Pluuuuuus there& #39;s medical junk 🙄 EVERYWHERE, so I can& #39;t always maneuver myself close enough to get at him .... so ... you do what you gotta do. 🤷🏻‍♀️(also, how wonderful is my baby looking here?!?! 😭🙏🏻❤️🙏🏻😭 it& #39;s all your positivity and prayers!!!!!! We love you!) #prayforlincolnjo
- Keeping it klassy. 🤸🏽‍♀️ Relying on the healing power of touch, and there aren't many places I can get my mitts on him without causing pain. Pluuuuuus there's medical junk 🙄 EVERYWHERE, so I can't always maneuver myself close enough to get at him .... so ... you do what you gotta do. 🤷🏻‍♀️(also, how wonderful is my baby looking here?!?! 😭🙏🏻❤️🙏🏻😭 it's all your positivity and prayers!!!!!! We love you!) #prayforlincolnjo
- Stumbled across @natalienorton's Instagram page the other day and felt compelled to do an illustration. Her little boy was hit by an SUV almost two weeks ago and suffered too many injuries to even list in this caption. I've been thinking about him ever since I found her page and following his incredibly difficult road to recovery. Their family has suffered through so much loss - the death of Natalie’s brother, the death of their youngest son, and the loss of their foster children. Words can't even describe how sad I feel for them. But I am hopeful. And I wanted to post this in the hopes that more people would take a moment to think about and say a prayer for this little guy ❤️😇 We're all rooting for you, Lincoln. #prayforlincolnjo #lincolnjojo P.S., the link to their @gofundme page is in my bio if anyone feels compelled to donate. • • • • • • #art #artist #watercolor #watercolorart #customart #copicart #illustration #fashionillustration #childrensillustration #copicmarkers #sketch #pencilart #painting #drawing #illustrator #jj_forum_1996 #fashionillustrator #chicagoillustrator #illustrationtoday #drawdaily #draweveryday #bloggerswanted #johannadrawspeople #beautyblogger #chicagoblogger #makeupblogger #natalienorton #thenortons
- Stumbled across @natalienorton & #39;s Instagram page the other day and felt compelled to do an illustration. Her little boy was hit by an SUV almost two weeks ago and suffered too many injuries to even list in this caption. I& #39;ve been thinking about him ever since I found her page and following his incredibly difficult road to recovery. Their family has suffered through so much loss - the death of Natalie’s brother, the death of their youngest son, and the loss of their foster children. Words can& #39;t even describe how sad I feel for them. But I am hopeful. And I wanted to post this in the hopes that more people would take a moment to think about and say a prayer for this little guy ❤️😇 We& #39;re all rooting for you, Lincoln. #prayforlincolnjo #lincolnjojo P.S., the link to their @gofundme page is in my bio if anyone feels compelled to donate. • • • • • • #art #artist #watercolor #watercolorart #customart #copicart #illustration #fashionillustration #childrensillustration #copicmarkers #sketch #pencilart #painting #drawing #illustrator #jj_forum_1996 #fashionillustrator #chicagoillustrator #illustrationtoday #drawdaily #draweveryday #bloggerswanted #johannadrawspeople #beautyblogger #chicagoblogger #makeupblogger #natalienorton #thenortons
- Stumbled across @natalienorton's Instagram page the other day and felt compelled to do an illustration. Her little boy was hit by an SUV almost two weeks ago and suffered too many injuries to even list in this caption. I've been thinking about him ever since I found her page and following his incredibly difficult road to recovery. Their family has suffered through so much loss - the death of Natalie’s brother, the death of their youngest son, and the loss of their foster children. Words can't even describe how sad I feel for them. But I am hopeful. And I wanted to post this in the hopes that more people would take a moment to think about and say a prayer for this little guy ❤️😇 We're all rooting for you, Lincoln. #prayforlincolnjo #lincolnjojo P.S., the link to their @gofundme page is in my bio if anyone feels compelled to donate. • • • • • • #art #artist #watercolor #watercolorart #customart #copicart #illustration #fashionillustration #childrensillustration #copicmarkers #sketch #pencilart #painting #drawing #illustrator #jj_forum_1996 #fashionillustrator #chicagoillustrator #illustrationtoday #drawdaily #draweveryday #bloggerswanted #johannadrawspeople #beautyblogger #chicagoblogger #makeupblogger #natalienorton #thenortons
- The hardest thing about the initial hours and days was not seeing my son, broken and bloody. It wasn't the sleepless nights or the crippling uncertainty. It was the fact that I couldn't hold my boy. I couldn't wrap my baby in my arms and reassure him that everything would be all right. We still have a long way to go, but being able to climb into bed next to my kid today, being able to lay his sweet little face on my chest and plant kisses on the top of his warm head...well.... it makes me feel like, just maybe, we can do ANYTHING. As long as we can do it together. #prayforlincolnjo
- The hardest thing about the initial hours and days was not seeing my son, broken and bloody. It wasn& #39;t the sleepless nights or the crippling uncertainty. It was the fact that I couldn& #39;t hold my boy. I couldn& #39;t wrap my baby in my arms and reassure him that everything would be all right. We still have a long way to go, but being able to climb into bed next to my kid today, being able to lay his sweet little face on my chest and plant kisses on the top of his warm head...well.... it makes me feel like, just maybe, we can do ANYTHING. As long as we can do it together. #prayforlincolnjo
- The hardest thing about the initial hours and days was not seeing my son, broken and bloody. It wasn't the sleepless nights or the crippling uncertainty. It was the fact that I couldn't hold my boy. I couldn't wrap my baby in my arms and reassure him that everything would be all right. We still have a long way to go, but being able to climb into bed next to my kid today, being able to lay his sweet little face on my chest and plant kisses on the top of his warm head...well.... it makes me feel like, just maybe, we can do ANYTHING. As long as we can do it together. #prayforlincolnjo
- I was once counseled/blessed to give thanks for my blessings every day....I was told that doing so would allow God to bless me in greater abundance. As Lincoln's face begins to heal, as stitches are removed and constant bandaging of the face/eye is no longer necessary... it's becoming more and more evident that his left eye will never be the same. I think I was holding on to some kind of magical thinking, because I honestly never really imagined that, when all was said and done, he wouldn't just be perfectly restored. As the prospect of a permanent change in appearance settled in my heart, I couldn't bring myself to directly ask questions about scarring. But tonight, in a quiet moment, as I was working with the nurse to clean and re-bandage the wounds on the rest of his body (a very painful process that is repeated 3-4 times every day), I found the courage to bridge the topic. The nurse was so compassionate as he gently explained that perfect restoration isn't a realistic expectation. And we aren't talking light (or even significant scarring). We're talking a real change to the shape/anatomy of the eye. It's discouraging. I don't feel that I'm a shallow person, but we're talking about my baby's face...about his bright, beautiful, almond shaped eyes.... but the second I started to slip into discouragement, I was flooded with the most pure and spectacular sense of gratitude. Again and again and again I'm reminded—HE IS ALIVE. And furthermore, HE CAN STILL SEE!!! When I fill my heart with the joy I feel over those realities, there isn't room for anything else... fear, discouragement, regret...they immediately dissolve to make space for the all encompassing emotion of gratitude. I said earlier that gratitude allows God to bless us in greater abundance. But I'm also learning that gratitude is in fact a profound blessing, in and of itself. // Tomorrow we'll be transferring from the trauma hospital to the pediatric hospital down the street. His trauma team feels a pediatric hospital is more well equipped to serve him as he moves out of the acute trauma phase of this battle and on toward recovery... THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONTINUED LOVE AND PRAYERS! #prayforlincolnjo
- I was once counseled/blessed to give thanks for my blessings every day....I was told that doing so would allow God to bless me in greater abundance. As Lincoln& #39;s face begins to heal, as stitches are removed and constant bandaging of the face/eye is no longer necessary... it& #39;s becoming more and more evident that his left eye will never be the same. I think I was holding on to some kind of magical thinking, because I honestly never really imagined that, when all was said and done, he wouldn& #39;t just be perfectly restored. As the prospect of a permanent change in appearance settled in my heart, I couldn& #39;t bring myself to directly ask questions about scarring. But tonight, in a quiet moment, as I was working with the nurse to clean and re-bandage the wounds on the rest of his body (a very painful process that is repeated 3-4 times every day), I found the courage to bridge the topic. The nurse was so compassionate as he gently explained that perfect restoration isn& #39;t a realistic expectation. And we aren& #39;t talking light (or even significant scarring). We& #39;re talking a real change to the shape/anatomy of the eye. It& #39;s discouraging. I don& #39;t feel that I& #39;m a shallow person, but we& #39;re talking about my baby& #39;s face...about his bright, beautiful, almond shaped eyes.... but the second I started to slip into discouragement, I was flooded with the most pure and spectacular sense of gratitude. Again and again and again I& #39;m reminded—HE IS ALIVE. And furthermore, HE CAN STILL SEE!!! When I fill my heart with the joy I feel over those realities, there isn& #39;t room for anything else... fear, discouragement, regret...they immediately dissolve to make space for the all encompassing emotion of gratitude. I said earlier that gratitude allows God to bless us in greater abundance. But I& #39;m also learning that gratitude is in fact a profound blessing, in and of itself. // Tomorrow we& #39;ll be transferring from the trauma hospital to the pediatric hospital down the street. His trauma team feels a pediatric hospital is more well equipped to serve him as he moves out of the acute trauma phase of this battle and on toward recovery... THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONTINUED LOVE AND PRAYERS! #prayforlincolnjo
- I was once counseled/blessed to give thanks for my blessings every day....I was told that doing so would allow God to bless me in greater abundance. As Lincoln's face begins to heal, as stitches are removed and constant bandaging of the face/eye is no longer necessary... it's becoming more and more evident that his left eye will never be the same. I think I was holding on to some kind of magical thinking, because I honestly never really imagined that, when all was said and done, he wouldn't just be perfectly restored. As the prospect of a permanent change in appearance settled in my heart, I couldn't bring myself to directly ask questions about scarring. But tonight, in a quiet moment, as I was working with the nurse to clean and re-bandage the wounds on the rest of his body (a very painful process that is repeated 3-4 times every day), I found the courage to bridge the topic. The nurse was so compassionate as he gently explained that perfect restoration isn't a realistic expectation. And we aren't talking light (or even significant scarring). We're talking a real change to the shape/anatomy of the eye. It's discouraging. I don't feel that I'm a shallow person, but we're talking about my baby's face...about his bright, beautiful, almond shaped eyes.... but the second I started to slip into discouragement, I was flooded with the most pure and spectacular sense of gratitude. Again and again and again I'm reminded—HE IS ALIVE. And furthermore, HE CAN STILL SEE!!! When I fill my heart with the joy I feel over those realities, there isn't room for anything else... fear, discouragement, regret...they immediately dissolve to make space for the all encompassing emotion of gratitude. I said earlier that gratitude allows God to bless us in greater abundance. But I'm also learning that gratitude is in fact a profound blessing, in and of itself. // Tomorrow we'll be transferring from the trauma hospital to the pediatric hospital down the street. His trauma team feels a pediatric hospital is more well equipped to serve him as he moves out of the acute trauma phase of this battle and on toward recovery... THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONTINUED LOVE AND PRAYERS! #prayforlincolnjo

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