This morning, as the sun peeks over the expanse of fresh snow outside my window, I don’t know.
I don’t know how the EEG went yesterday. (Results early next week.)
I don’t know how my work flow will work with some of the changes ahead with our family tragedy.
I don’t know if there’s more I should be doing. Should I show up at the pediatrician’s office and demand to know all the options? Should I drive back to Children’s and harangue the doctors there? Should I research online and scare myself until I can’t breathe properly?
No. No. NO.
God doesn’t promise things will be easy. He doesn’t say there will be no pain, no suffering, no sorrow.
I’m scared, and yet I have peace. (It’s one of the great graces I’m experiencing.) I’m worried, and yet I know, without a doubt, that it is all in His hands.
And His hands are big enough, strong enough, able enough.
He can bring good from everything, if only I’ll stay back and trust.
It is no accident that I’m slated to write about Our Lady of Mental Peace and Our Lady of Sorrows in the coming days. I picked the titles and the schedule weeks ago.
I might not know, but He does.
And, in that case, I don’t need to know, after all.
Thanks, again, for your continuing prayers and support. We are on a wave of grace and blessings, thanks in large part to the love of all of you.