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Over the past two years, several of my friends were forced to carry heavy burdens. Whether it related to their children or their own personal health – these women were put through true tests.

Some are still being tested.

Three days ago, a new test began for yet another friend.

I know I am older and with age comes tragedy and death, but it’s just been a downpour as of late. None of these are stories that I have the right to tell, but they lay heavy on my soul.

With each text update or phone call, a prayer gets sent up because it’s the only thing I can do from where I stand.

Please help my friend through this. Please keep her strong.

Please cure her daughter.

Please wake her up from a coma.

Please clear her body of that disease.

Please.

Please.

Please.

While these women fight the fight, their friends sending over light. We give up as much as we can give and pray for the rest. What else can we do? This sensation is immobilizing but educational…

When I look at my children – as I am so flustered about my daughter not making her bed for the 950th day in a row –  I am sometimes tempted to use my light on myself.

Please get me through this day!

But there’s nothing wrong with this day. This day is a typical day. A mom’s day. A kid’s day. A perfect day. There’s no hospitals or chemo or life support or last goodbyes. There’s just an unmade bed and a handful of broken rules.

Why is perspective so short lived? Today, I know that my family is blessed. My mind is calm. My soul is still. There’s no pining for a summer home or a second vacation or a thinner waist. Today, I remain present and plugged in and grounded and strong… so when my friends call on me, I will be ready.

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