Quiet but grateful....

This week has drained me,

left me spent.

I don't often get involved in my kids' drama anymore,

I sometimes will inject advice,

but really I try to simply steer clear.

This week,

the trouble was on another level.

 I was more than involved.

I cried, I lost sleep.

I was truly worried and prayed like crazy.

Every time the phone rang,
I was fearful of what news it would bring.

In the end, as always,
I saw God's hand and His faithfulness.

I believe He saved lives,

and hopefully changed hearts.

I got to talk to my son,

and not just talk,

but hopefully he heard me.

Heard that he is loved,

worthy,

prayed for.

Because he is.

I will remain confident in this, I will see the goodness of the Lord.

lurve you, xoxo v.