Two days without Grandma. Two more to go. We miss you!!
Four days on my own. A small taste of what the future holds for me. I try not to think about the future too much. It scares me. It sounds even lonelier than I feel now. It has the potential of driving me to exhaustion. It makes me feel weak, helpless, and hopeless.
Fear of the future is something that I have battled before. Every time I got pregnant I hit a stage where I thought, “How in the world am I going to be able to handle another child?” And every single time the Lord reminded me that He would help. And He never failed me. True the first month was usually difficult as we settled back into some kind of a routine, but I’m still here, aren’t I?
I may not be able to see my future. I may not even be able to handle my future. But God can see my future and He has promised to be with me. He will carry me through.