Maureen Locher photoConcerns about my 90- and 91-year-old parents adjusting to assisted living.

Never-ending worries associated with the raising of four sons ages 19-24.

Dissembling a house I called home for much of my young adulthood.

Realizing that if want something done, I simply must do it myself.

Understanding what I am supposed to do, but ever resisting it.

Discouraged there’s never enough time to dent my to-do list.

Questioning where I will be 10, 20 or 30 years from now.

Lying awake most nights waiting for sleep to descend.

Preferring night’s dreams over tomorrow’s realities.

Feeling as if no one ever really hears me anymore.

Wondering at what point I’ll simply stop trying.

And then God shows up.

In the sunshiney smiles radiating from my parents’ careworn faces.

In my realization that God entrusted me with the gift of children.

In rediscovering treasures steeped with my youthful memories.

In gratitude that I am physically able to do what I need to do.

In encouraging words of support, strength and confidence.

In showing me that what’s most important will be done.

In knowing that wherever I shall go, God will also be.

In soul-refreshing rest even when sleep is stingy.

In hidden messages in the movies of my mind.

In special touches that shout God hears me.

In eyes that push me ever onward to God.

And I calm down.

Copyright 2010 Maureen Locher