With all the gloom of the flood hanging over our heads and the future is so cloudy, it’s hard for me to find a bright spot. It’s hard for me to say “everything will be ok.” Today, I’ve reminded myself that I’ve stressed over big things in my life before and everything “has” turned out ok. I’ve always looked back and thought, “and you stressed for nothing!” It’s hard to figure it all out.
I’m also having a hard time knowing that there’s nothing I can do to help. I can’t donate money, I can’t donate my time. I’m just here. My poor girls are so bored lately and I can’t get off the couch. It’s hard for me to know everything is ok. I’m going to have to force myself to look at their smiling faces and know that it will be ok. Does that even make sense? I know it doesn’t to me.
