The wind whipped the sheets I'd hung out to dry
and it felt good to attend to some normal tasks.
When all the while the worry dampens spirits
the Word whispers gently to my heart
and the voice that stilled the storm still quiets.
And yes, I worry about my mom,
and yes, I feel blessed by every new day
that she still shares with us,
and I pray that normal will come back
and that anxieties will go away.
And sometimes we feel responsible
and worry about not doing enough
but God's loving arms care more than I could ever.
and I am thankful.
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