A few weeks ago I came face to face with a fear I thought I had under control.
Hurrying, one of my kids almost ran a red light with every surviving family member in the car.
In that moment all my fears of losing another someone I love bubbled to the surface. I reacted. My child reacted. And ugly oozed out all over the place.
I hated it. And I was so, so sorry.
I am trying to be brave. I am trying to not be afraid of what MAY happen and cherish what IS happening.
I love each of my children-the one that has run ahead to heaven and the ones that walk the earth with me. That love makes me brave.
I will not waste the time I have with them worrying about what MIGHT happen.
I will not allow the enemy of my soul to steal my joy, kill my passion for life or destroy my relationship with my living children.
It is a lot of work and it’s exhausting.
But it’s worth the fight.
I won’t give up.
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My daughter ran ahead of me to heaven in October. Pulmonary embolism at age 22. I have had a couple such panic attacks over not being able to “find” my adult son. Terrifying. Thank you for your posts.
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