resting

Yesterday I was musing about how I define good days differently than I used to. These days a good day is one that doesn't include bad news or a crisis of some kind.

Ordinary is good. 

Today Edd found out his company is being bid for in a hostile takeover. Many questions arise because of it. Questions involving job, healthcare, disability insurance. Issues that are pretty important to one with serious health concerns. The day also included going for another brain MRI to see what, if any, changes have occurred since Edd's last one.  Doesn't make for a simple ordinary day.  Trying to stay positive and hopeful is a challenge. But we do.  Edd commented this afternoon, "We sure don't live the life of other couples who come home from work at the end of the day and ask each other, 'So how was your day today?'"

Maybe I just THINK other people live like that. Others may not have the same challenges we do, but no one is immune from struggles. Some people even suffer disproportionally to their smaller trials. 

No, I still haven't learned to fully rest. I still stress and fret. Sometimes it feels like not knowing how to swim and struggling to keep your head above water.  We sometimes panic before realizing we can just FLOAT for a while.  Maybe faith is a little like that. Knowing how to float and waiting, trusting that it will be okay in the end.

"When you get to the end of all the light you know and it's time to step into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things shall happen: either you will be given something solid to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly." 
— Edward Telle