The past five months have been a barrage of changes, trials, illnesses, and deaths during a season of waiting. Middle of the night phone calls, knowing people you care about are hurting and you can't do anything about it... we even moved 900 miles away (a blessing to be near family again, but the process of moving also comes with challenges).
I have felt loved and blessed through it all. How strange that must sound. But it's true, nevertheless.
In the past, my anxiety would have been thru the roof. I would have been downing gallons of Chamomile tea, alternating between tears and pacing the floor (not constantly, mind you, but there would always be those days).
But not now. Not this time.
The changes have kept me busy, with little time to dwell - as it should be. Prayer and watchful eyes have shown me all the ways God has comforted and carried me during this time.
I am in awe at the wonder of it.
