Peaceful assurance was not out of reach for me if I had been willing to accept that I was concerned without cause. I could have listened to my husband who insisted these two young lads were quite normal. I could have listened to our family doctor, who was not concerned with our sons' development. I could have chosen a number of other wise paths, which would have ultimately led me to throw worry out the window.
I see the vessel containing, what appears to me, to be the last drops of faith-oil. My life circumstances feel like a drought with no end in sight. Without a trace of a rain cloud, the lack of opportunity threatens to last beyond what I feel sure I will be able to endure.