The Perfect Storm

I heard a pastor say that in our travels along life's way we are in one of three stages of a storm.

At the beginning of a storm- blissfully ignorant of what is on the horizon, In the middle- holding on for dear life or At the End- tattered, bruised and weary.

At the time, I didn't believe him but now I do. But I'd like to add another dimension to this word picture. Watching those close to you go through a storm. I pictures these storms as happening around and to us, as we are in boats. ( why? I don't know)

I have a child in the middle of a horrible storm. This is a really hard place for a mama to be.

My mantra as a mama in raising my children has always been- The Mother should only do what only the Mother can do. This has served my children well, mostly and when I can remember to do it. This is one time when I don't want to do this. I want to paddle my boat over and take my child into my boat just for a while and as my child is resting I'd like to use my paddle on a few folks ,who in my opinion, are at the root of the storm. Two things are stopping me. 1- I have someone in my life that often gets in the middle of her children's storms and I can see the damage she is doing. 2-How will my child know they can weather something if mama is always there to make things 'right'? How will this child know that their faith in God is real. Do you really know the umbrella works if you don't have any rain?

Please pray for my child. Pray for me too, that I'll keep paddling and not hit anyone