It is that feeling of the wave cresting and about to crash.
I have felt underwater and the force of the grief is about to roll over.
My story. His glory.
My story has been a rough one this fall and I'm ready to crash. If you know anything about waves crashing, they crash in groups and then the calm comes. Sometimes the next series of waves is right behind and other. Other times the next series is absent. Between My mother's death, huge daughter changes, menopause, tax audit, breast cancer scare and a debilitating hip issue - my waves have been crashing in the perfect succession for sometime. It's time for the calm.
My heart is feisty.
Head thoughts are rapid.
Lessons have been learned. It's time to start rolling out a calm new moment in time. People always believe in my strength and fail to realize that even the strongest of women crash sometimes. But they rise. And it's my time to get out of the foam of the crashing wave, brush off the sand and rise.
My story. His glory.
