One of the girls told me on Sunday she hated Memphis and missed Birmingham, especially our old church. She kept repeating, “I just can’t handle it!”
Yesterday she woke up early with a smile on her face, and had a great day.
Life is like that. Feelings that come on with great intensity and fade as quickly as they arrive. Small triumphs, which will surely be followed by more bumps in the road.
I wish I had some great wisdom to share, and I really don’t. I spent a long time praying over her as she slept Sunday night, and I hope she feels the comfort of her savior, who cares for her. One thing I do know that we will survive. Jesus and her momma can handle a little pain-induced anger and grief.
Some moments in my day look exactly like that. I think one of the best lessons I’ve applied in my 30’s is those freakouts will not matter in 10 years. (or sometimes in 10 minutes.) So calm down.
I wish I had learned it a hair earlier. So do my former coworkers :-)