Strength

The other day I was told that I’m a strong mother. Hmmm. Am I? I’m not so sure of that. I feel God’s strength in me all the time, even when I’m flat on the floor. I don’t really feel any strength of my own. I feel like, if I stop letting God carry me for even a moment, I will dry up into a husk and blow away in the wind. If I’ve learned nothing else in the past almost two years, it’s that grief absolutely cannot be carried alone.