I worry all the time. I worry about the present, the unknown, things I have no control over. I even worry about the past and how it could affect the future. But with worrying, comes caring- they go hand in hand, you know. If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t worry. With that said, I’m okay with worrying because it just means I care… A LOT.
If you’ve read this post, you know where I’m headed- Krysta’s seizure. I have to keep reminding myself that I mustn’t dwell because it’s out of our hands, out of our control. I need to rely on God and to know that he has a plan for us. We’re good people. And yes, sometimes bad things happen to good people, but that’s where faith kicks in. Faith will give you strength and courage and hope beyond your wildest imagination.
We’ve been to the doctor and now we’re waiting on two referrals- one for an EEG, and another to see a neurologist.
Players take your mark; we now begin the waiting game. This is a game that I don’t play very well. I’m a poor sport. I’m impatient. I want answers and I want them now. Waiting is not my forte’.
Krysta's drawing while waiting on the doctor
We’ve all played this game at one point or another, so as my first move, I’m going to stay calm and carry on. I’m going to enjoy the simple carefree life that we’ve strived to create for our little family. I’m going to embrace the moments of calm and brace myself in the moments of chaos.
Until our next hurdle, I’m getting a charge out of the little things, like building snowmen.
Taking delight in hot chocolate after building said snowmen.
Being deliriously happy to see my girl get an academic award along with an outstanding citizen award.
Despite my worries and distress, I refuse to have the whole woe is me attitude. It’s not my style. There’s so much good in our lives, so much to be thankful for; we are blessed indeed.