Another grieving mom once shared with me: “I was trying to be strong and brave and what I was really doing was just asking for some band aids after I was hit by a bus and dragged down the street for a couple of miles”. These were such wise words that I quoted her in my book. They so aptly describe how I feel, at times. Grief is truly exhausting and simply getting a good night’s sleep from time to time does not relieve the weight of it.
I was sprinkled a Methodist, confirmed a First Congregational, dunked an evangelical, and spent years in between with the Presbyterians and non-denominational folks. My life-long Christian tradition provided encouragement, comfort, community and opportunities to serve others. For this, I’m grateful.
Actually not good at all. I am now the proud owner of calculus homework that I do not understand and engineering homework that I’m just not very good at. On top of everything, my work schedule has been thrown into the wind due to all of my extracurricular activities such as cheerleading, band, and drama.