much needed medicine.

I'm worried.

Anxiously, I turn over each stone in my own head.

My mind plays out each possible scenario, imagining the worse.

I mull over those decisions that fall to me, which is really not too painful of a process. Unfortunately I can't stop the worry over choices that are not mine to make.

I worry for those who are lost. My desire to help is strong. But mostly I worry about my children becoming part of the collateral damage. So, I ask, should I do something with a risk. Or nothing with an indifferent coldness.

There was that day we spent at the coast. I remember taking in the glory of it along side a friend. She said that she would be storing this day in her mind to bring back out when life got to be too much.

I remembered this while stewing over dirty dishes, just moments ago. And thought today is as good as any for a comforting daydream.

A dream of him. Of sandcastles and tinfoil dinners. Of children running free across a seemingly endless expanse of beauty.

Where the only worry was the threat of a small wave...

Intent on dampening the cuffs of our pants.

I'm determined to recognize that the blessings in this life completely surpass the trials.

I've got more memories of joy saved up for rainy days than I will ever need.

Hallelujah.

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.(John 14:27.)