Wise

I know a very wise woman – although I wouldn’t admit to her that I think that she is wise for she is also a formidable wee glasgae wifey…

Through the struggles of the (ongoing!) house build, a text arrived and with the little bleep came these words:

“many of our fears come from fatigue”.  

The wise woman had spoken and her words spoke the truth.  

I knew that this time would pass, that the dog-gone tiredness would subside, that our house would be returned to us: but life, at that moment, felt so hard.  

There was her message and I paused, this will pass. This moment will pass; just as the clock hands move and the earth rotates around the sun, this will pass.  

I don’t often give this wise woman credit where and when it is due, but she is wise and I do love her.  

And the woman?  She's my mother-in-law; a very wise woman.

Perhaps I should listen to her more often...