1/10 of a grain of a mustard seed, is that enough faith?

What can I say about this week. It has been challenging, filled with some joy, filled with peace of finally catching up, filled with knowing you can't be a part of blessing your child while he is sick. It has been a faith filled, hard week. I know it and the Lord knows it. Tuesday we finally got our Federal tax refund in the mail. Only took since April to get it. With it we planned our attack to take care of all the bills to catch up with everything. The house payment is caught up, the lot payment, the car, electricity, gas, phone, payback to Chris' brother for tires he bought for the other car we no longer have. We got things for our place we have been wanting and needing. A bathtub for Ben, a baby monitor to place in his room now that he has his own room. Just the little things we have been needing and wanting we took care of. I wanted to go down to SLC and walk around Temple Square, but gout in my right foot has prevented us from that. We had the oil change on the car, brakes redone, a Cricket cell phone so that Chris can use it for work. We have been blessed by this to get us back on the right path. Thursday night, we were on our way home from Ricky and Melissas' place when Ben threw up in his car seat. We debated whether or not to take him in. When he kept throwing up no matter what we gave him, it was time to take him in. The doctor told us he had that virus going around that if it got worse, or he could not hold anything down, take him in the Davis ER and they would put in an IV to help. Friday he did OK. We just kept on feeding him the Pedialite the Doc prescribed, and we took care of more things. Mainly Chris' payday. Chris also took me into Instacare for my foot. They gave me meds, which helped for a little while and then not. I was in so much pain last night, I was lucky to get any sleep. Ben again threw up and I knew it was time to call in the brethren. I called our HT and shortly later he called back then showed up to bless Ben. It helped me feel better. Then this morning, I fed him the Pedialite and he threw it up again. Chris had to go help her kids with soccer and I was left with Ben. AS I held him, my faith lacking, I prayed to HF to help him ,to cure him to get him through this. As i did this, I feel the calming spirit that all will be well. He will pull through this. I did not want to loose him. I pulled out my scriptures and read to him. I talked to him, I made him feel like the Son I know he is and the father I should be. We came out to the living room and I fed him a little more Pedialite and he laid in my arms while I turned on the TV to just have some noise in the house. He fell asleep in my arms. He was warm this morning, but felt so much better as he slept. He is my only boy, he will carry on the Potter name for me and my dad. I do have other male cousins who can carry the name, but I feel that it is my responsibility to carry the name in the Church. None of my other cousins are members of the church. I just hope I can provide an example to him as he grows up and does not make the same mistakes I did when I was younger. I love my son more then I could ever imagine. He is the future for the family. I am so grateful for a loving HF who listens and answers prayers. Who loves us more then we could ever think. To send down His only Son, to suffer and die for us. So that we may live with Him again. I know He loves me and all His children. I know He lives and loves us.