Things are different now. Strained. Old ground I thought was secure has shifted under my feet. Now, I don't know what my role is, exactly--and I once felt pretty secure in the knowledge of what was helpful, and what was annoying, I guess I feel disconnected, and I don't know what else to do but to leave a bunch of space open, and see what flows back into it.
I love "my kids." (Son, daughter-in-law, three grandsons ages six, five and two-and-a-half) so much. I feel so blessed to have them in my life. But they're up against it right now, lost their home and more than half of everything they'd owned in the storm--If they circle the wagons for a bit--I have to try to understand that.
Praying that all will be well again soon.
Ninja Grams
