When my dad first passed away and I lived about 20-25minutes from my mom, I drove out to her (which eventually ended up being mine anyway) hall for all the meetings, and field service and then just to hang with her.
Despite the weather or what not.
Then after I got pregnant we moved back that direction and despite the weather I was there with my daughter.
Then after I got pregnant and had my second child, I started to burn out. Nap times weren’t working with the cong schedule. I remember being in tears, I was so afraid that we would die in The Big A.
I spent countless nights being depressed because I just couldn’t make it.
My husband kept telling me, “GOD understands.”
Good thread green dawn. Good thread.
meagan