I feel grief but not hopelessness. And that is an unexpected, but welcome change.
The past two weeks have been really hard. On top of normal stressors like K going back to school (I swear I have a melt down every time K has to go back to school) and the dogs getting into trouble, we’ve been getting confusing and disappointing news from the doctor every few days.
We had reasons to have hope, and then we had reasons to have that hope dashed.
But it isn’t. In fact, I feel more hope now than I did two months ago, when all of this started. I have every reason to fear, to worry, to give up. And honestly, two of those three reactions come very naturally to me. But instead I feel peaceful.
Somehow I am still convinced good things are going to happen. Somehow I just know there’s a miracle in store for us. I don’t know what it is, or how it’s coming, or even how I can still believe in it. But there it is in my heart anyway.Read More