Nightmares

As I sit here, in front of my computer, I am having a horrible time keeping my eyes open. It is 9:13 am, Thursday, May 19th. I didn't go to bed until after 2am this morning and after finally dozing off I had one of my frequently reoccurring nightmares. This time it is the one where the monster has taken my daughter and I am in a horrified panic trying to find her. That nightmare always results in me waking up in the middle of a full fledged panic attack, unable to breathe, with chest pains that feel like a heart attack. It usually takes only a couple of minutes (which actually feels like a lifetime) to subside but this morning it was different. I honestly thought I was going to die. It seemed to go on forever. I have since recovered and instead of being a pile of goop in the corner, rocking back and forth, I have put on my brave  face, kissed each one of my children awake to start their day. Their faces are the things that keep me sane in this insane world. I thank God every morning for giving me another day to be their mom.
Well, it is time for waffles, so I leave you for now, whoever you may be, if there is anyone at all reading. I leave you with the hope that you too can put on your brave face in this insane world and enjoy every minute the Lord gives you.