Mountains

What do you do when things don't go as you planned?

My dad is in the hospital, again. Six years ago, when I was 14, I went through the very same motions in my brain. Fear for my dad's life. Fear for my life as I know it. Fear for my mom, my sister. Trusting in God. Then, the picking up of the puzzle pieces begins. It's going to be a long road ahead. I feel like I did six years ago. Just as little control over the situation, just as little ability to keep my life together.

A country song goes like this: "The Good Lord gave us mountains so we can learn how to climb." It's true. But somehow, I still don't feel good at climbing, even though I've been climbing for a long, long time.