Not much sleep has been happening here this week. Kevin and I are both having awful dreams about our friend's children. Dreaming that we are trying, but can't protect a specific child of our friends. (Different children each dream.) We are being ridiculously paranoid about our own childrens safety. I'm sure this is because of the tragic losses among the Catholic homeschooling community in the last few weeks. Also, in the last year or so, there have been heavy trials among our 'in person' friends.
Our youngest children must be picking up on that stress as they are not sleeping well either. Add to that, wildlife outside our bedroom window at night. The coyotes howl at night and did you know that deer snort and stamp when challenged? They don't want to give up their apple tree buffet so they challenge instead of running. (I assume they are challenging something smaller, not the coyotes.)
Normally, my very sensible Dutch nature carries me through. I don't get thrown easily and just keep plugging away. This feels different. As if we are being purged and prepared for an even greater battle. I can't express the vague feeling any better that that. But I share it because I think other other parents out there are feeling it too.
The early Christians rallied through persecutions and suffering by upholding each other in prayer and temperol needs. The faith spread rapidly that way. Like the early Christians, we bear each other's burdens and help those in need where we can. We are praying mightily for our friends, our brothers and sisters in Christ, who are in the valley of the shadow. Hopefully, like the early Church, they will know we are Christians by our love.