This week has felt like a ride on a tilt-a-whirl.
I am having trouble keeping my bearings, moving from moments of delight to moments of disorientation with surprising suddenness.
The week started with a birthday for me.
(Did that really happen? Am I really a year older?)
Tomorrow, I'll have a one-year-old.
(Is this really happening? Where is the baby that I just delivered?)
We are trying to re-entering life here after a visit away,
while, at the same time, we try to figure out our life away as our time here begins to fade.
When I am riding a tilt-a-whirl, I never know whether I should smile or brace myself for a fall.
I realize how easily, in the course of everyday life, I become disoriented.
This morning is a good time to wake early, say a prayer, and take a deep breath. "Do not worry," says the Great Lover of our souls. His handprints are all over our future; His life is our sure foundation.
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