The week has been a whirlwind and I read that the five-minute-Friday prompt is DEAR. My mind is blank as my thoughts swirl with the horrible email received this week and the knowledge that people I love are hurting and sick.
Oppressing my thoughts are the schedules I must keep and the assignments I must create and the grades I must give. Worry and duty hang over my head. My anxiety rises and I feel some of those old feelings of shakiness and have difficulty breathing and I know with 100% certainty that there is no way I can write about anything “dear” after having experienced this week.
I get up from my computer, because really, what’s the point of trying to write. Trying to think. Trying to focus on something “dear” when responsibility comes first. I stretch out in the middle of my living room with my nose pressed into the carpet (that needs vacuuming), hiding my face from the things left undone today.
“Dear God.” I breathe into the dusty carpet. “I’ve got nothing. This week has been too much.”
My dear child.
I’ve got this. I’ve got you. Relax.
And suddenly I know what to write. I praise God for how often He holds me and for His whispered reassurances and for the love with which He holds me.
