The fear grips me. You know the kind.
Chest tight, heart beating faster than a train barreling unrestrained down the tracks…and I wonder.
How does this turn out? How can this even be happening? How did we get to this place? Why me?
Sometimes it seems a struggle just to take the next breath, to accomplish the mundane things like brushing my teeth or combing my hair when there is so much pain and struggle in the storm that is now our life.
There was a time when I was in this place. And were you and I to sit together on a faded leather couch tucked in the back of an eclectic coffee shop with piping hot drinks in hand, maybe you’d share your story and it would be surprisingly a lot like mine.
Pain, struggle, heartache, and fear. And yet, God in the midst of it carried you and He carried me.
I’m sharing the rest over at Singing Through the Rain and I’d love for you to join me! I have the honor of sharing these words in Kathryn’s online space as she is walking through her own storm with a three year old and a three month old recently diagnosed with special needs as well as navigating the challenges that come with being a military wife.