This morning I couldn't find my keys, and I knew I would be late for work. I ran around my house like a maniac, checking under pillows and cushions, and tears streaming down my face. The subtlety of this stress of waiting is hard to articulate, but I know it's there when I am crying because I am going to be a few minutes late to work. As if somehow, if I am late for work, I will miss "The Call." Even though, logically, I know that Gladney isn't even open when I start my work day.
Please pray for me. This is so much harder than I thought it would be.