Our "normal" feels a little artificial.
Here we are, on a "normal" Sunday, in September, in Shenyang. We enjoy Willow's giggles as she vies for attention. We soak in the feeling of Noah's soft, chubby hugs. We go on living life, while we wait--and that is our new normal.
Yet, I can't help wondering how much longer this will last, and whether or not I will be strong enough for the next normal?
But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength;they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;they shall walk and not faint.