fears and truffles on a friday.

There’s something very odd about this.

My hair is wrapped up in a towel, soaking in the new color of “raspberry truffle” and I’m doing some light reading.. divorce papers, petitions, court orders.

I feel like I should be on The Young and the Restless.

Though if that were the case, I’d be drinking a dirty martini while searching through my dead brother’s belongings for proof he was still alive.

But it’s just normal life here. Raspberry truffle. “In the State of Texas…”

It’s coming down hard out there. And when I say “it” I’m referring to the rain. The always dependable thunderous storms of spring in the south. I had to navigate the nearly flooded roads through sheets of torrential rain after picking my daughter up from her morning program.

I was scared, no lie. The wipers just weren’t fast enough, and my heart pounded so hard, I was getting dizzy. “This is not fun.” I mumbled as drivers splashed waves onto my windshield, nearly forcing me to a full stop.

I turned to see if Maddie was surviving the ride without fear.

She was sleeping. Head dropped with drool pooling on her blouse. Asleep with no care in the world.

I hate to turn it around like this, but it really did remind me.

That if I’m not driving my life. If I’m not even the co-pilot. If I let the One who promised to lead, correct, protect and comfort take over .. there’s a good chance I could just rest during this storm. Because really…

For an answer Jesus called over a child, whom he stood in the middle of the room, and said, "I'm telling you, once and for all, that unless you return to square one and start over like children, you're not even going to get a look at the kingdom, let alone get in. Whoever becomes simple and elemental again, like this child, will rank high in God's kingdom.— Matthew 18:3