Today, I feel like I’m dying. Every thought is about Mom’s possible journey to Iraq to work. While it is probably the best for her and her marriage at this stage, it is just surreal. I am paralyzed by things too big for me to comprehend. Sickened. Pressed Hard. I can hardly breathe most of the day, yet I continue to smile and go on, for everyone involved.
The Lord and I are making a plan. He is carrying me, speaking softly, tenderly…every moment a lesson…every day a call to grace and kindness and patience, not stress and hurry and confusion.
Teaching the kids to stay gentle when they are upset, not yelling, not screaming, not insisting, but teaching, leading, calm.
Calm.
Last week I read that meekness is controlled strength.
That gives the word and description of Christ a whole new meaning for me…and I press toward that goal.
Meekness. Humility. Serving. Loving. Kind. Gentle. Patient. Slowing down. Embracing. Making moments.
And…breathing. Trying to breathe, all the while.




