When a life crumbles

***disclaimer***
My mother's death has left me musing...

Today, I feel as though my life is crumbling into little tiny pieces.

Right is left, and left is right. Up is down, and down is up. No rhyme or reason, and nothing feels right.

And yet, on some level, I know that everything is just as it should be. Somehow, I am able to relax into my own brokenness.

There are people around me, who love me. People whom I trust to protect the fragile pieces of my being which lie scattered like forgotten cookie crumbs at a child's tea party.

I know that my church family has covered me with their prayers and therefore, the winds of life cannot blow my crumbling soul to the far edges of the earth.

I know that even now, God himself, moves among my broken pieces, lovingly caressing the rough edges of my grief; and when the time is right, he will restore me.

There is no reason to fear.

Everything is as it should be.