Today I am having a minor-ish panic attack for the first time since he passed and I am trying to pray my way through it. I don't know what has brought it on exactly--maybe just the howling misery of not having him here with me. It's just a nameless fear, but it scares me. Maybe it's my upcoming birthday on tuesday--my first without him. I don't know. But I ask for prayers that the Lord Jesus will help sail my boat to calmer seas.
On a lighter note, what a cute picture I found today of my now 13 year old son in first grade :
|#3 son at age 6 on a butterfly garden field trip. What a sweet baby.|