As I prepared to do final edits on chapter 7 entitled "Treasures in Darkness," my body tensed and clenched within. These things happened on an unconscious level as I prepared to once again face and re-live my most terrifying twelve hours as a mom. 

It was a rainy Monday morning. A monthly gathering of my spiritual sisters who share just over three hours together. We are of different colors and living life in various decades - mostly 40's - 70's. We are better together.

I arrived at the back door alongside my friend Linda. She is a writer and lover of words like me.  I slipped off my rain boots and walked inside the simple and modest home where we regularly meet. So very often when I spend time in this place, I am standing on holy ground. 

This post could be titled, "the craziest, most spontaneous thing that Tricia Wilson has ever done." It could also be titled, "the confirmation that did not want to happen."  But I prefer the title above. 

Our oldest daughter was scheduled to be confirmed on a far ahead scheduled March Sunday. On Friday evening, there was a get together and walk through. The air was filled with anticipation and great joy. On Saturday morning, our girl began to feel quite ill. Knowing that the flu was traveling around, we rushed to the doctor to see if this was her diagnosis. It was. 

My husband Mark and I are dinosaurs. Not only are we raising teens in our mid-50’s, we are also extremely slow to let smart phones enter the lives of our children. Our grown sons know of our technology lag – it was a source of conflict in our home during their teenage years. Smart phones just weren’t the particular issue as they weren’t mainstream at that time...