Distracted

I've got lots on my mind, lately.

You know how, when you hear someone tell a birth story, and they're describing a particularly painful contraction, and your mind plays a funny trick on you and you feel the pain? And you go "Oooouch!" and "Aah!" and your face gets all contorted and people point and laugh?

Just me?

Fine.

Anyway, all that is to say, I'm feeling another person's pain right now. Not physical pain, although I think there are physical symptoms that come along with emotional strain. 

It's not very nice. It hurts and makes me nauseous and occasionally fills me with rage. I feel helpless.

So I've been praying a lot. Bringing it before God, who knows all things and is in control of all things. I pray while I vacuum, while I let the dogs out to go pee, while I change my baby boy's diaper. Lots and lots of prayer.

I pray for peace, comfort, safety, clarity, and healing for this particular person who I love very, very much.

And I really don't have anything else to say.