I don’t have to sit still for long before concerns creep into my mind. How will my kids thrive growing up without their dad? Can l be adequate for the task of raising them alone? How will I answer all of their questions? What should I do with the years that now spread out empty before me? Where will I find purpose? Will the deep aloneness always feel so painful?
I’m grateful that the song creation sings is one of gentle and generous provision. A walk in the woods is all the reminder I need. “Don’t you worry cause you’re in the hands of the God who made everything.”