I was feeling kinda tired. Overwhelmed. Thinking of the present, and the troubles-to-come.
What happens if my husband gets more ill?
What happens if he leaves me first?
What happens if…
What happens if…
This poem was written in this breathing out of helplessness. And my neediness for the certainty of the Lord. To take one step at a time.
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