Its been a hard week

Mud

All the snow has melted. How is it possible that the 3 foot deep block of ice in front of our place is gone? Well, it is, and in its place: a  . .

 whole . . .

 lotta . . .

mud.

The beautiful people are beautiful as ever, and driving their mama batty. Running in every direction, no listening, incessant demands for bitee (blanket), dub (gum), nana (banana). Judah flips out every time I put him in the car because he wants to push the buttons on the seats or sit in the front and "drive." They make more messes three times as fast as I could clean them. Paralyzed, I don't even know where to start and make a refuge in computer time.

Lots of heavy situations too. Friends in need. Marriages in trouble. A dying 12-year-old at work. The limbo of not knowing what's happening next year, and maybe some major decisions being made this week or next. When I don't keep my eyes on the all-sufficient One I get weighed down by it all, or detach. Longing for breakthrough personally and in all these situations. I think part of wanting to move is to run away from some of these things, start fresh: a pseudo-solution when you feel you have no other option. But I am reminded:

"Come," he said. Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, "Lord, save me!" Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. "You of little faith," he said, "why did you doubt?" And when they climbed into the boat, the wind died down. Then those who were in the boat worshiped him, saying, Truly you are the Son of God. Matt 14: 29-33

 Better not to be distracted by the waves at all, but I am glad there is someone to grab my hand when I do.