I’ve been very hit and miss with blog posts for a couple of months now. I hope to get back to our regularly scheduled postings starting this week.

I’ve mentioned that our family is in a season of stress and testing right now.

Some days I feel like the stress ball, being squeezed and compressed. Some days I feel like the squeezer, angry and taking it out on an innocent little blob of rubber.

The truth is probably somewhere in between.

My family is telling me I’m stressed.

My body is telling me I’m stressed.

My doctor is telling me I’m stressed.

I get it. I agree.

But where I’m at a loss is what to do about it. Just checking out isn’t an option.

A long trip would be nice but wouldn’t solve anything.

Well, it actually might. I’d come back relaxed, but the problems would still be here and nothing will have changed.  And I’d be poorer, both literally and emotionally for spending time in the land of denial.

So, we limp through the days and weeks, clinging to each other and God. Because when you I clear all the superfluous stuff, and just lean on God, He makes it possible to not just “get through” it, but to emerge with joy and peace and a confidence that surpasses all logic.

We’re  I’m not there yet.

But I have hope.