Welcome to the Scharrer family's real life story! Most of our story is written for, and about, our four kids and the spice they add to our lives. It's our story of happiness, craziness, and sometimes ridiculousness. We've journaled through childbirth, the terrible two's, private school (and our public school experience), an autism diagnosis, medical school, residency, and long-term mission work in Africa.

Now we're following a new adventure, which involves a 45 foot motorcoach, homeschool, and as many ski slopes as we can go down in one year.

For posts from while we were living in Zimbabwe and updates about our future plans in Zimbabwe, please see our mission blog...

www.ourzimbabwejourney.blogspot.com.





02 June 2009

Prayer Request

Today I have a friend having a baby and I would like to ask for prayers for her. She was originally scheduled to be delivered by C-section last Friday, but when an amniocentesis came back showing baby's lungs weren't developed enough, they put it off until today. I know that "momma," and her four-year-old son, are very anxious for the baby girl to get here. Not only has she had a pregnancy full of complications, but she lost her husband about eight months ago. I can't imagine what all she has gone through, but I know that she deserves to have a smooth delivery today - even without her best friend and life-mate there by her side.


I have been blessed to be able to help this momma out in a unique way by providing some breast milk for the baby. Momma has really low blood sugar and therefore after surgery, while she is in recovery, baby will need something to bring her blood sugar up. Standard procedure is formula, but momma doesn't want to use formula, and recognizes the powerfulness of breast milk, so asked me to donate some. Me donating breast milk is not only an answer to her prayers, but an answer to my prayers, as I have been praying that I would be able to donate to someone in need. God is so good.

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