Then He said, "Go out, and stand on the mountain before the Lord." And behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind tore into the mountains and broke the rocks in pieces, but the Lord was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake; and after the earthquake, a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire, a still small voice. 

I've read this verse a gazillion times. But just the other day I came across it and thought to myself: 

If I can stand before the Lord and face the damage done by the wind and the earthquake and the fire, and hold fast to the hem of redemption, then acceptance is a still small voice. Perhaps Love's greatest miracle is acceptance.

In the stillness of an otherwise fleeting thought, I accepted my circumstances to be none other than what they are; filled with the steady presence of a Hope I accepted long ago. 

God in heaven, create in all single mothers, a steadfast heart and renewed spirit when the length of a hard day stretches further than our capacity to bend with the curves life throws our way.

Empower us to stand strong and knock [it] out the park. Thanks, by the way, for beer and hot dogs. And Alcoholics Anonymous for those who must abstain. (Just covering the bases!)

We are not alone,

Wendy