O God, where art thou? And where is the pavilion that covereth thy hiding place?

Sometimes I feel as if my Savior has abandoned me, as if I am alone in this, and there is no way to make it through. I have felt that way this whole week. I feel as if God has asked me to bear more than I am able, that he is piling on and I am already breathless.

Then blessings come and friends show up at my door with cream puffs my hips do not need, that Harlen seems to be himself again, that friends reach out in ways that are unseen by most but not by me and then I think I am going to make it, that I can do this, that Christ has always been with me, that He is holding me up, that He forgives me for my anger and my self-pity, that He rejoices in the small joys I find in my days, that He, is who sends me blessings through others, that one day He will allow me to hold Loughlin and Rhiannon in my arms again and our family will be together and whole once more.