Thriving in a pandemic?
As a mom, try as hard as I might, I often look at the life of my kids with a glass half full. Ask Mike- I default to the worst possible scenario with them in less than a hot second. It's not that I don't believe that God has them in His palm. It's not that I don't believe they are capable of doing life. It's just that as they start to fly outside the confines of my nest, I worry that perhaps I haven't prepped them for EVERY LITTLE THING that could go wrong....and then tell them how to navigate it. Heck, every time they leave the house or hang up the facetime call, my last words are "Be safe. I love you." Be safe. Ha! In a pandemic. With riots. Be safe. Months back, when this pandemic was seemingly just a blip, my heart ached for Rachel. She was working, fully masked, in an assisted living center. My constant prayer was "Please Lord, keep her safe." Little did I realize then how He would not only allow her to survive, but in the mids...