Yesterday left me exhausted.
Yet, all I did was pray without ceasing, sit in a doc’s office learning news that wasn’t expected (all is well), wait to receive the long awaited text that Girl passed the defense of her thesis, ending with hearing that FB was safe and sound and soon to arrive.
I wanted to write a testimony, for you to hear in your heart what God has done for me and my family, to get a universal AMEN as I told the story, but I am so filled with emotion that all I can do is try and see the keyboard through my tears. I am that filled, mah babies.
I have lived long enough to know that I should stop trying to use my words, take the time I need to feel and let this delicious moment seep into the deepest part of me, so that on the days that I struggle it will be there to remind me that all is most certainly well.
Tomorrow I can tell the tale of another miracle concerning my eyes. Tomorrow I can tell you that my prayers, your prayers, are heard. Tomorrow I can use my words again.
For this moment, I will ask you to trust me, and to offer the universal AMEN anyway.