When I see horrific earthquakes in Haiti, I remember that there are caregivers there that are exhausted and trying hard to care for their loved ones in the midst of crisis.

When I see everything changing in Afghanistan, I remember that there are caregivers there in the midst of it all, trying to figure out how to care for their loved ones in severe times.

When I see crazy all over the world, I remember there are caregivers in the midst of it all.

We are hidden.  And yet we are everywhere.  Doing our best to take care of the ones we love most.

The world is on fire.  We are trying hard to make it another day.

One day at a time.  King David of long ago paints something of how I’m feeling (Ps 55):

4 My heart shudders within me;
terrors of death sweep over me.
5 Fear and trembling grip me;
horror has overwhelmed me.
6 I said, “If only I had wings like a dove!
I would fly away and find rest.
7 How far away I would flee;
I would stay in the wilderness.
8 I would hurry to my shelter
from the raging wind and the storm.”