Cray-Cray (Sunday's post #2)

There are moments when I feel like I am going stark, raving mad.
On the verge of absolute, complete crazy.
Close to losing my mind.

Things are going well.
And out of nowhere my skin begins to crawl,
my mind starts racing out of control and I think, "This is it."

All I know to do is stop. Literally if I can.
Breathe deeply for as long as it takes.
And pray.

Then I wait.
Mentally putting myself in God's embrace.
Resting there until I can praise Him that it has passed.

6:42 PM is when I finished writing this.
7:00 PM I met the mother of one of my boys and we ate dinner.
8:25 PM I am home again.

Grief is a strange creature.
It takes many forms.
It has many faces.

Not even two hours later.
And those Moments are so far removed from where I am right now I feel like a stranger could have written them.

I am thankful for the difference.
I am encouraged and reminded- 
hard times are not fatal.