Tonight, I miss my Mom.

Tonight, I miss my mom. I miss her simple faith. I miss her telling me, "Everything always works out in the end."

Tonight somehow, I can't help but wonder- what about the middle?

Tonight, I pray, because that is the power I have.
Tonight I pray like my mother taught me,
"Heavenly Father, we believe that through thee all things are possible."
Tomorrow I will keep praying.
And the next day and the next day and the next day....
Trusting and moving forward.
Until someday, I'll wake up, and it won't be the middle anymore- it will be the end, and everything will work out.

Because, it is true, and this middle will pass, as all middles do.

But tonight, I wish she was here in the middle with me.