From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I. Psalm 61:2.

It’s been a grieving week. As my hands weaken and I can hardly carry my phone, let alone lift anything else, and my legs weaken, and I struggle with the stairs, and my voice weakens,and I struggle to speak, it is so easy to get discouraged. I have become nearly completely dependent on my family. The tears of sadness and frustration have been very near the surface.

But there have been good things too. With every loss, there are blessings and mercy. My OT, which we had thought we were going to lose, is fighting to keep me on his caseload. I had wonderful visits with friends from school and other dear friends. I had a visit from a PT who has given helpful advice and gentle range of motion exercises. And I have a loving family who care for me and keep me company. And last, but most importantly, I have the rock that is higher than I.