"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"I cried today. I cried with you as you checked in, full of tears, that your family could not join you for this joyous time. Right now, all over the nation, labor and delivery units are on strict isolation."
This is the face of a mother whose baby cannot receive care because of low risk of COVID19 contact. The face of a mother who is not allowed to be with her baby in the ER because she herself is extremely ill, hacking, weak, and with fever and could potentially infect others.
"The bad news is that kids’ work ethic is in a crisis and we, parents, have a lot to do with it... Why are we misleading our children? We are telling our kids a fairy tale."
If we are stocked, if we are over-prepared, where does He fit in? Are we missing His power displayed because of our need to “control” things? Where does He fit in our hearts?