Tom and I will most likely be flying out to see my parents at the end of this month. My dad is back in the hospital; it appears he has Parkinson's and little time left to remember us, and well, little time left.

So much of what I've written in this blog is now being put to the test and vast amounts of my life are more up in the air, unsettled, than ever. But you know? God has been preparing me for weeks, months, even years for this unsettled time. He's been keeping me close to His heart, stopping me in the middle of my days and calling me to come sit with Him so He can infuse me with the strength, courage and trust I'll need later. 

He knows all about--and is great at--later. 

And if I'm smart, I'll keep coming away with Him even when it would seem a better use of time to keep busy in certain situations. Even when coming away seems like the slow, lazy and unproductive way.

Jesus knows best. Always has, always will. And as long as I remain calm in His peace, everything will be all right. One way or another. Or yet another way still.



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