This week has been a whirlwind with a child travelling 18 hours from home and tracking flights and drop offs and pick ups and my mom collapsing in pain and being in the hospital up until a few hours ago with surgery on the horizon. I have missed my haven- home- my bed. I have missed sleep and the way my blankets comfort me and keep me comfortable, I missed food and water and I missed having my mom home.
I missed my time with God because there was no time between running around and going to the hospital to fit in my study -I tried but in the end not even the boy child got sent to school, it was just too much to deal with and the safety of my little cocoon felt so exposed as I sat in waiting wondering if surgery would happen or if release papers would come.
I crawled into my little haven last night at around 4:30am and was out the door to the hospital by 9:30am. The night before only left me with about 4 hours of stressed sleep as I entertained the boy child waiting to hear how my mom was, grandma, the woman who has helped me raise my children without complaint.
Sometimes our haven is a place, like bed, sometimes it is a person like my mom and it is ALWAYS God’s loving embrace.
They were glad when it grew calm,
and he guided them to their desired haven.
Tonight as I rest my head knowing my mom is safely upstairs in her bed and all my children are home and under one roof I can rest into my God, lay in my safe haven and know that all will be well. God has definitely been my guide this week and prevented me from burning out, helping me to triage all that life was throwing and still get us all safely home each night. God is good, always and always, God is good!