Can Angels Fly?

One of my foster children told Isaiah about the creepy man. Now Isaiah is afraid of the creepy man. Alexander thought he'd help one night and told Isaiah that the creepy man moved to San Antonio. Now Isaiah thinks the creepy man lives in San Antonio. Ange, be careful on your trip this weekend.

Last night Isaiah slept on the mattress that is next to my bed. I love when he sleeps in my room because we have the most interesting discussions."Lets talk together...," he begins. Would you like to take a crack at some of last nights questions?

Can angels protect us from the creepy man?
Can angels fly?
How do angels fly?
Can angels fly through dirt?
Why do I have to wash my toes?
Does Miss Lizzie love me? (This question on the heels of a discussion about all his new books she had given him.)
He also wanted to know if the MRI he is having this week will really make him strong like Iron Man like his "Tio" told him. This was a hard one. Tio told him to close his eyes when they put him in the MRI and just absorb the "power". This seems to have helped him look forward to the exam. He really didn't like having the EEG and still talks about having to have electrodes put in his "curlies". Next week will be the last in the series of appointments and they will let me know what the plan is for my little boy. Please pray for us.

I haven't been blogging much as I have a tendency to focus on the negative and I really don't want to do that. I'd rather focus on getting to know God and spending time with my children. I'm still spending time with Ken as my children need to have some semblance of normalcy. The kids aren't safe with him alone and I feel like I have no choice at this point but to chaperon the visits. These times have a tendency to create lots of dysfunction. I think each of us is frustrated by the situation. I miss him. I think he misses me as well.