Glass House

Somehow every time I feel as if I have a handle on my new life it somehow shifts and a new degrade seems to wash over me as the cold waves on the northern Californian coast wash over the deep rocks on the ocean floor. I feel heartbroken all over again with each wave. The shift always reminds me that I am incapable of standing on my own two feet and that only the Lord can support me as I try my best to keep my footing without sinking into a fear of the utter unknown. 

This time the shift is somehow different. It is as if I am standing in a house with thick glass walls. I can see the turmoil of my life raging outside the house, I even fear it. Yet it is on the outside unable to reach me. I think this is called faith. Faith that everything will crumble around me, but I will still stand tall. I am not sure how to function, pay my bills, put gas in my car or feed my kids, but I know the Lord will provide for my needs as I solitary stand tall on this earth with all the powers of Heaven beneath my feet. Whatever happens when the earthquake has quieted and the waves recede I know where I stand and whom I stand with.