And then suddenly, the hail ceases and the rain slows... and I can begin to breathe again. It was all so violent... and transient.
Sometimes Seth's crying feels like that storm; the similarities are remarkable. And I need to remind myself that his fits are not only violent, but transient. Someday I will look back on these trying days and see God's hand protecting and sustaining us. And for now- I will look forward in hope.
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