Be Still

      This past week has been...an experience. I've moved into a new house, started going to a new school and watched old friends go and new ones come. My Mom drove up with me from Vancouver and we set up my new room. Put my scholarships in order and bought 3 months worth of rent in books.
     
     The time came for her to drive away and it was worse than the first time she did last year. That awful pit was making it's home in what I've come to learn this week as my umbilical quadrant. I was worried like no other. But knowing moms, she knew exactly what I needed. In an almost fairy godmother-like experience she produced a small box. And a scripture that read "Therefore, let your hearts be comforted...for all flesh is in mine hands; be still and know that I am God."  Taking off the lid I couldn't help but let a few tears fall seeing the beautifully delicate object. But what I love almost as much as the crystal is the message on the box.

I'm so grateful for the mom I have and for the knowledge that even when she's gone I'm not alone.