wind, blowing ripples,
across skin soaked in warm sun -
summer has begun

I mowed the grass last night, earbuds in and listening to Jars of Clay. My faith crisis is slowly being soothed through channels I did not expect. 

Yesterday was a bad day for me. My heart broke as my husband struggled with some new symptoms and turned his frustration to me, not that his reaction broke my heart but that his neurosurgeon's voice overlayed the symptons, whispering, "this is best case - it gets worse from here".   I took out the garbage and filled the recycling, and put the lawn tools away, trying to calm myself that other people's worse is not my worse, and that I can manage this.

Quite frankly, though, I wish I had a family that rallied.