I can't even remember right now what all has happened over the past month--but I can tell you that I feel like I've been crawling through a mine field on my belly wondering at what moment I was either going to implode upon myself or explode into a thousand psychological and emotional fragments. This period of my life is certainly among the top three most prolonged stressful times of my adult life.
This morning as I sat in my reading chair, the house tranquil and silent in the early morning hours, I read...have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones, and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake. (Victor Hugo)
If you can believe those words--and I do--there is a sweeping, swelling, all-encompassing peace that comes.
He is awake...
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