Today is a gorgeous day. It is sunny and 75 as the country music song goes. I would love to enjoy this day but instead, I got called in to cover the Dad's office. If I seem a bit pout-y about this, it is because I am.
I think that all of the cold, wind, snow and dreary skies have caused my body to organically blanket itself in fat for added warmth. As I begin to shed thick layers of clothing and try to squeeze my body into some of my warmer weather clothing, I find myself mildly panicking. You see, I will see my endocrinologist tomorrow. It will not be pretty.
I'm not giving up without a fight though, in a desperate attempt at quickly shedding say ten pounds overnight, the Dad took me to Wal-Mart where we bought bikes. They are complete with bigger seats and baskets. My first ride caused me to collapse on the sofa for a two hour nap.
We have not heard from the Son in a week. That is always worrisome. The Dad and I have taken a vow to detach from his situation. With a bit of Lenten encouragement, we are trying to walk this Paschal Path while praying for the faith to trust that God does in fact love him more than we do.
Our girls don't really ask about him. They know that I freely share the good news. They are weary of the bad so we just 'don't ask-don't tell' as they say. Even friends rarely ask. It is probably safer that way. But, sometimes it is a lonely feeling.
I am sneaking in bits and pieces of time to work on my book. My book and I have a love/hate relationship. I need to write it but it is painful and sometimes I dread it all at the same time. I am drudging forward. Secretly, I'd love to be able to wait long enough to slap a happy ending onto it. But, in reality, it is probably best to end it here where we are trying to tread water and grow our faith.
It is in this place that we are just a bit closer to our Lord. This is where we learn the most. And this is where I am most afraid. Today I pray for each of you and your loved ones as I pray for Henry.