It’s been a month of being in a place I hate, with constant up-and-down trips to hospitals and non-stop problem-solving, fixing and parenting a parent.
When I started this year, I couldn’t imagine this would be a season I had to endure. I’m exhausted, to say the least…
But I’ve also made it. I’ve also survived moments I thought would break me.
I keep telling people that we’re just taking one moment at a time, and that’s literally all I have been doing. I haven’t had the capacity for anything else, but I have conquered each moment as it passed.
They say, “Don’t judge people for the choices they make when you don’t know the options they had to choose from.” I understand this now in ways I never could before.
In this space between strength and breaking, I’ve discovered a resilience I didn’t know I possessed.
Perhaps that’s the hidden gift in these impossible seasons – they reveal what we’re capable of when no other choice exists but to continue forward.