Staying calm in the face of storm after storm was my daily routine for the past three years. I Will Praise You in this Storm was the soundtrack of my mid-forties, as I dealt with medical situations with my husband and my mom. Open heart surgery for him; cancer for her. Today, five months out of practice, I seem to have forgotten it all. I lost it. I can’t remember how to stay brave, stay logical, stay in the moment. Be still.
Waiting for test results is agony. Especially when they are three separate sets of results, involving three of my dearest loved ones. Wait. Wait. Wait.
I will praise you in this storm, Lord.
But still, I pray that the storm be small.
FlutteringBy 