No Task Too Great…

 

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I stood at the kitchen window watching the sunrise. How many times would I stand in a strange home waiting for coffee to brew? Would I still be living here in a year, or somewhere else? What would my life be like in a year?

More pressing than those questions, after running on adrenaline since the first of January, my body finally cried, “Enough!” I crashed and slept for ten hours. I’m better, but that was a warning. I can’t keep up this pace.

 I recognize that being busy is my way of handling stress, but it isn’t healthy for long periods. I have to face this new life without the distraction of tasks and settle into a new routine. Somehow.

But it’s hard.

This house isn’t home. The view from my kitchen is different. The neighborhood and town are strange. Nothing is familiar. My life seems like an extended vacation without my husband.

However, Jesus said, “I will never leave or forsake you.” He promised I’d never look at the stars alone. I have Cooper, but will there be someone else? New friends? Family, certainly.

At some point, I’ll adjust. I have in the past and see no reason I won’t now. That doesn’t mitigate the current struggle, but it eases some of the uncertainty. After all, Jesus also said, “For mortals it is impossible, but not for [or with] God; for [with] God all things are possible.” Mark 10:27.

I believe that I shall see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. I’m trusting, taking courage, and waiting for God to answer my next step. Amen.