I have the habit of not writing anything on my blog if I don't have anything to say. That's what the situation is.
And I'm all "written-out" as I just finished writing the minutes for my writing critique group.
It seems like it takes me a lot longer to do things that I once did quickly.
I went to a memorial service today for a dear 90-something friend who knew the Lord and always was an encouragement to everyone around her. She was a part of my writing critique group. She always had a scripture verse in her head and gently reminded us of God's promises when we were feeling weak.
I'm having to double my trust in the Lord these days as it seems I must place my son on the altar. Sort of like the Abraham and Isaac situation.
But my faith is growing strong. Or is it...that...my situation is drifting further from my ability to fix it with human hands. So I watch it bob around on the waves in the distance---and I have no choice but to trust God.
But it hurts. As the family is cracked and broken. And this is how we must live.
But there are blessings. My youngest is graduating High School in two weeks. And Mozart and I went together to the Saturday church service and stayed for the spaghetti dinner. And lately, the sky has been filled with all kinds of interesting clouds.
My dad's 80th birthday is coming up in July, and in October is our 30th wedding anniversary...and our trip to Hawaii.
So there are blessings to soften the storms.
"Be strong and let your heart take courage. All you who hope in the Lord." Psalm 31:24