That’s how I felt.
I wrote this article for the first time earlier today. And it took me nearly two hours.
And then my computer froze and the dreaded-dread-thing happened. I had to restart the computer and when I returned to the article everything was blank.
I called in my better-than-I-am-at-computers-son who was home from school with a fever and asked for his help, but no matter what we did, the words were irretrievable.
I know… I know. Such a small thing in the scheme of life, but for a mom with four kiddos and a full plate, the exasperation rose quickly. My son watched to see what my response would be.
A few weeks ago, I sat in a parking lot and cried with a close friend who answered her phone and was swallowed by the weight of heavy and life altering medical results. We wept and prayed and felt numb and were washed over with grief as our minds went in a thousand directions imagining her future.
This week was laced with friends whose children are struggling, with families impacted by past sins, with ministry weariness, and a tad bit of physical sickness in our own home. And I watched my Grams who once was capable and quick, relinquish another piece of autonomy in her battle with dementia, the woman with whom I’ve held whole libraries of conversations, struggle to retrieve simple words and phrases.
What do we do, when in big or small ways, this life doesn’t go the way we want it to or had hoped it would? Where do we turn? Where do we look?
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