Moms, Interrupted.

One of the ways I see God walking with me in this journey is by the people He brings around me. Granted, I don't run into many parents in my situation in our local coffee shop, but I did find a social media group full of them. Parents going through the same experience. I read their posts and comments and realize they are feeling the same emotions as me. Struggling with the same conflicts. And it's comforting.  Feeling alone when dealing with a traumatic event is the worst.  But I am not alone. And you are not alone. Here's just a sample of the healing words I get the privilege to read: "I am at a loss. I guess I’m still processing everything and my own emotions as well." "I go back and forth some days, wanting to hide my head." "I don't have any answers, only wishes and prayers." "Sometimes I don't know if I'm doing the right  things . I know it's not about me." ...and then: "I am blessed to h...

I recently came across an item I purchased at a thrift store a few years ago. It was a small, antique-looking picture frame with with a saying on it that I liked.  For some reason, today, I thought I would look at the back of the print to see if there was a date on it.  As I was carefully prying off the cardboard & nails (this was clearly not a frame picked up at Michael's), I noticed some handwriting on the back of the print. It was a card written to a mother from a daughter, dated on a Friday the 19th in the year 1960. In the note, the daughter says she is enjoying some morning quiet time with God and her coffee, while she looks out over the lake. Here's just a portion of it: I got to thinking of you and of the many, many years you had prayed for us and I just had to stop for a moment to say 'Bless you' and thank you so very much. Of all the topics she could have been writing about, this happened to be about a mother praying for her children.  What a need...