I’m not feeling very poetic or inspirational today… not even sure I am up to thinking straight. It’s just been one of those sorts of days. I am not entirely sure I’ll ever figure out all my health issues- Doctors still don’t know, and sometimes I’m not sure I want to bother stressing over it anymore. Of course it could just be that invisible fatigue syndrome called multiple kids on the spectrum– nah.
But on the good side- Mark and I drove out to the airport to pick up our oldest. He has spent over a month with his Grandpa, working in San Fransisco, and it was time to come home for a while. He did great- was a good worker for them, and developed a great rapport with My Dad, which I am so excited for. He never did slow down the migraine frequency tho’, not even with the better exercise and eating. He still is running 2-3 a week, he is just getting better at being cheerful thru an episode (how many normal people can say that?) I was really worried that I would be the dumping ground for all he found wrong with the experience… still might happen, in that spectrum sort of way- but for tonight, he was happy just to get home. He even let little siblings hug him and swirl around him.
So, I don’t really know how the next while is going to work out- and I’m stressing a bit in anticipation. But the Lord promised he would watch out for these angels of ours- and I am focusing all my emotional energy and faith into holding hard to that promise, and just breathing… in the “Be still and know I am God” sort of way. It’s kinda like living in the eye of the storm- the winds are strong, and chaos surrounds you; but inside, there is calm. This is where I pray I can stay, until the Lord says it’s time for the storm to pass.
May you find your calm center this week too.