I haven’t written in a couple of days because my mind is whirring. One day I think I know the direction, the next I see different possibilities. Nothing is defined and so many questions people can’t answer.
I want to do what is best for Jim, but it feels impossible to know what that is.
This just came across my FB feed and I related 100%. I’ve been doing this…and once again, I know that I will know the right decision when it is time to know. Back to that word…TRUST.
Yesterday, this showed up in FB Memories:
The place I am as I write this is Jim’s ICU room. I understand that he’s progressed enough he may be moved to another level.
Before writing here, I looked up the poem this quote is from. It not only assures me I’m in the right place, but that God is waiting for me…always.
I am finding that in facing my fears, I sometimes have a residual effect. For example, yesterday I took a cold, hard look at finances, and ended up having money terror dreams. Been a long time since I had that happen, and I don’t like it now.
I am reminded that grace is always within reach. I can’tbe unkind to myself through worthless worry. I need not be confused about the plan. God has it well in hand, and as I said a few weeks ago, God didn’t bring us this far to drop us into a lonely sea.
There is a way, and it’s certain.
Here is the full poem:
I haven’t written in a couple of days because my mind is whirring. One day I think I know the direction, the next I see different possibili...
