Sitting here today in a hotel among the storms. The hail starts to cover the grass and rain is like a mirror to my soul of tears brimming that I'm hiding deep within. At home in the mountains, snow is falling heavily and roads are being closed. Life is so much like these storms. I'm exhausted from a night of texting afar with my daughter who spent the evening in the ER with her daughter . . . and I sat helpless here in the hotel and the irony is that I'm here with another daughter dealing with another medical issues.
The pandemic has been hard enough, and these other issues creep in and try to steal away any remaining bits of energy. Physical exhaustion is minor in comparison to the weight of so many unknowns. And just as I'm whispering prayers of mercy . . . I receive my Bible verse text of the day. Isaiah 66:13
As one whom his mother comforts,
so I will comfort you; Isaiah 66:13
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