I'm ten thousand kinds of exhausted though. Feeling weary and trying to remember that I put my hope and my trust in God and not any one thing or person or event.
I've had a few notes from friends and blog-readers wondering what's happening and if everything is okay. Me and baby are fine. Me and Todd are fine. Tommy is well. It's just life and circumstances and a billion things that are full of uncertainty and all of it has me worn out.
In my discouragement and weariness this morning, I cast aside the fact that I would once again be late for work and made myself a hot breakfast. I opened up my devotional and let myself cry a little bit more. I prayed and cried out to the One who goes before me. The One who stands behind.