Straws and camel backs

Today was rough... and about a hundred straws broke this camels back.   I don't know if it was a grief day, just a funk, a combination of one frustration after another, or even more likely a combination of all of the above. Up until this point I have kept us rather scheduled. Today I had a wide open day. I realize once again that we do need to have at least one thing that we do to keep sane. It was a not a great afternoon between the LONG day home and then finding out that I had lost our passports (not sure if they are hanging out in Detroit on some random airline, or just somewhere around the house).  Yet another reminder that I have lost my ever lovin' mind- stupid grief brain!  I may have cried out in the basement at some point while hiding from the kids, "THIS IS NOT MY LIFE!" Yes, it was that pathetic. By the grace of God, I finally got my hot mess under control and thankfully headed to a friends. This gave some blessed relief.... until the phone call from the renter about the AC not working and the screen door needing replacing and the dryer leaving mark on her clothes- UGH! And the stress meter just flew through the roof again as I cried out in frustration and started begging once again for help........
And then I stopped and realized how blessed I am that I have people that love me and I can call to for help. I realized that passports are replaceable (pray that they aren't in someone else's hands!). Plans are reworkable. And God is still holding us in the palm of his hand. Thank you Jesus.

"See, I have written your name on the palms of my hands" Isaiah 49:16

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the Lord, "My refuge and my fortress, my God in whom I trust". For he will deliver you with his pinion, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness is a shield and a buckler. You will not fear the terror of the night,nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the destruction that wastes at noonday. -Psalm 91