Does it matter?
I mean
does
it really
matter?
It feels like it should, but
isn't it true that this place is not our home? Isn't it true that we are just here temporarily? So why does it matter? Why does it matter to me that I, that we don't feel as if we belong anywhere anymore?
Because it is no longer I but we. She feels it too...
and when your child hurts.
You hurt.
There is no longer the ability to toughen up, suck it up and stick it out and see it through.
Because the answer can only be found on my knees. Asking for strength now not only for myself but for her. And is it so strange that she is feeling the same thing as I am even when she doesn't know how I feel?
Mental challenge.
The most mentally challenging experience I've faced.
When you can't take a walk or just get in your car and go, the feeling of entrapment becomes unbearable. You begin to dream of the life you once had.
But if we can stay focused on the fact that we are here, right now and live in that moment, we can find peace. I know it's there. Contentment, I believe it to be true. I trust that knowledge. I just pray she can find it. Lord, please help her find it. I pray you use this experience to shape us into instruments for Your glory. Help us to find ourselves the way you created us to be. Help us to see how You are bringing us together as a family like never before and isn't that worth it? Isn't that MORE than worth it?
