Thoughts and emotions have muddled together this past week…into tumultuous stormy waves, lacking rhythm or predictability.  A wave comes…and breaks.  As it pulls back into the deep sea, it pulls with it a little of the sand beneath where I stand.  It’s as though the earth erodes a little more with each crash of the wave, each pull of the tidal force of the sea.

There’s a forced acceptance of the brokenness that comes- like waves- all around us. The encounters with the darkness that bring a stark awareness that all is not right in the world.

And in this week, between tears of grieving with those who grieve, or unexpected outbursts of short-tempered moments with a child, or anxious thoughts about Christmas preparations,  or nightly fits of coughing in my vulnerable wee one…

I choose to stand firm.

Because I know who the Author of this story is.  And I know He is a good, good God.

Standing firm gives me strength to pray.  It gives me the courage and motivation to offer compassion, a lending hand, a kind word and a voice of hope to those who are looking for answers.

Standing firm makes me rise up to be the parent I know my children need to grow and thrive.  Not striving to be perfect, but not settling for mediocre. Saying “yes” to the… “Mom, come and see, right now!”, and “yes” to the “can I have a story- a glass of water- a tuck-in?”

It gives me the courage to be real, to face the heartache with tears and pain.

Knowing that when the next wave comes, we can keep standing.  Because the Truth is:

His love never fails.

Our hearts are broken over the tragic events in Connecticut this past week, and we are praying with and for the families and loved ones affected.

Laundry Mom~Kali ♥