Honestly, the coronavirus makes me a little bit nervous. A wee bit for myself but mostly for other people.
That big ole stroke in 2009 threw it in my face; Life is fragile and life is fleeting.
I manage what I am able as healthily as I can. The truth is and always has been, I am not in control of the number of breaths I am gifted with. Nobody is. We can manage ourselves but we ultimately do not decide when our last breath will be.
I spent plenty of time this week reflecting and struggling with underlying anxiety. There’s always that part of me that is like, “what would my kids do without me? “. Mom worry. On top of that, people that I love dearly are hurting, and I can’t fix it. I’ve had to take a break from seeing my clients in group settings in the name of healthy social distancing. I think…a lot. Too much. All of these things are tough.
The gift…there’s always a gift amidst the chaos…I have time to revisit what it means to me to surrender to the God who cares for us all and to trust that no matter what, in the end, everything is going to be OK.
The reminder… I have this moment to celebrate life, because every breath is a celebration. Live it and live it well.
❤️happy Friday loves!
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