I spoke too soon.
For soon after I posted yesterday’s blog, my mother tripped on an ice cube and fell, shattering her hip.
She’s now in the hospital, trying to decide whether or not to have surgery. There’s the risk to the surgery and then there’s the risk if she doesn’t have the surgery. Namely, she won’t ever walk again.
So, there ya have it. I drove to the hospital in the pouring rain.
What can I do to feel carried through today?
I can trust that my mother is being taken care of. I can trust that there’s a plan for each of us although I don’t understand what that is. I can trust in the mystery. I can have faith that there’s a resolution to this problem, even though I might not like it. And even though I can’t see it now.