Last Saturday I helped my daughter and her family move over 600 miles away.   I decided to stay for a couple of weeks to help her settle in, but if I'm being totally honest, I wasn't ready to say goodbye. 


The last couple of weeks have been a whirlwind with packing and helping with the kids.  I thought the busyness would be good but all it did was dull the pain of the inevitable.   They were leaving and there was nothing I could do about it.   


So today I finally took the time to go to the One who could.   As I sat there wrestling with the anxiety, I heard these words, "can you trust me to breathe?" With my history of anxiety and panic attacks, I have come to find out how important it is to breathe.


In His word, God says He will perfect those things that concern us.   I usually charge ahead driving myself crazy trying to figure it all out and there have been times I would forget to breathe.


When I stop and take the time to breathe, my heart rate goes down, my mind clears and I am able to lay down whatever has me upset.


Besides just filling your lungs, I can also take that same breath and cry out in fear or I can lift my voice and sing His praise.  For those of you who don't know what this means, it's a matter of taking your eyes off of what is making you afraid and daring to trust the One who sees your yesterday, today and tomorrow.   I will confess that this is not my strong point.  I want to see results or answers to prayer before I give out any thanks or praise but this morning I stepped out of my comfort zone and played this song:


https://youtu.be/V39qPqyyB2A?si=JRtH4UINtCi20VuQ


I listened for a couple minutes and next thing I knew, I heard the words coming from my mouth.   It changed my whole attitude.  My fear turned to hope and that hope helped me get up and go about my day. 


As the time draws closer for me to leave, my heart is already grieving what will be no more.  The feelings of loneliness have already started to surface.  It was during one of these moments  I heard the Lord say, "Will you let her go at the expense of your own loneliness?"   I want to say yes.  In my heart I know that sometimes what I think is best for me isn't always the best for someone else.   When I look back at the challenges I've faced and the paths that went a different direction from what I would have chosen, I can see the dots connecting in a way I would've never expected and it was a better way.  It wasn't my way.  It was His way. 


So now, whether I'm feeling lonely and not knowing which path to take, I pray and just breathe. 










It's Not The End

By Eileen Glotfelty • May 23, 2026
Are you one of those people who like to read the end of the story before finishing the book? This morning I've been sitting here feeling overwhelmed by life. There are things that are out of my control and a lot of uncertainty. For someone who likes to have a plan, it's my worst nightmare. God's word says that He finishes what He starts and He will complete the good work in me (Philippians 1:6 NIV). I struggle with that when I can't see the finish line. God's word also says He's the Alpha and the Omega which means He is the beginning and the end (Rev 22:13 NIV). To me, that means that He sees it all. He knew where I would be on any given day. He knew my circumstances before I did, but unlike me, He's not worrying and overcome with anxiety because He sees the end. So, once again, I have a choice to make. I can sit here overwhelmed because I can't see the way out, or, I can trust the One who can. Will I choose hope or despair? This leads me to faith which is choosing to believe even though we can't see the outcome. I had to ask myself where I was putting my faith. Hope and faith work together. No amount of striving can earn them. Each one of us has access to them. All we have to do is ask the One who freely gives. Jesus, I know you've written my story and You know how it ends. Everything in this life is temporary. Even though I can't see the end, help me to rest in the fact that You do and I can trust You with my life.

The Lost Sheep

By Eileen Glotfelty • May 11, 2026
A few weeks ago I shared about my estranged child. Mother's Day came and went without a word. I spent the day wondering/hoping I would hear something. I didn't expect a phone call but maybe a text. I told myself not to have any expectations, but I still did. I was almost angry at myself for thinking maybe this year would be different. This morning I sat here talking to the Lord. He wants me to be honest with Him so I didn't try to hide the sorrow and the rejection. I told Him I was hurt and I had to forgive my child once again. He reminded me that I had three other children who hadn't forgotten me and made me feel loved and honored, so why was the rejection of one so painful? It was then I remembered the story of the lost sheep. For those of you who aren't familiar with it, it's about a shepherd who has a flock of a hundred sheep. One of them goes astray and the shepherd leaves the ninety-nine to go find it. It was a gentle reminder that He will never give up on my child and He loves Him more than I could imagine. In the same way, God will never give up on any of us. No matter how much we run or push Him away, He will never leave us. I needed that encouragement, maybe you do too.

The Prodigal

By Eileen Glotfelty • April 19, 2026
For those of you who have a prodigal child, you're not alone. What I mean by prodigal is a child who has turned their back on you and put up walls of defense. It came as a surprise, a shock actually. I should've seen it coming but after years of butting heads, I truly thought we were in a better place. The revelation came in a letter where thoughts and feelings were shared. I felt my spirit being crushed as I read it and my heart broke. I know I wasn't the perfect mother. I had struggles and behaviors that had followed me since childhood. I had resolved never to treat my children the way I was treated, but how many of us know that sadly it still happens, but in a different way. When you have a prodigal, it's not about forgiveness and reconciliation, it's about the pain they feel we've inflicted and they can't let go of it. I keep hoping that some day, things will change but there's no guarantee as it takes two surrendered hearts that are open to be healed. It's been four years now since I received that letter. I have grieved in a way I never have before and there were times I didn't think I would make it through. It's a different kind of grief because you know it can change but it's out of your control. It's been a process and I've experienced rejection, abandonment, guilt and shame but it brought me to a place where I knew it was going to keep me in a prison of pain if I didn't surrender it to God so He could heal my heart. The Bible has a story about a prodigal son. Even though the son went his own way and abandoned his father, his father never gave up hope. When the son had an “aha” moment and realized how foolish he had been, he humbled himself and returned home. This is my favorite of the story: “So he got up and went to his father. “But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. Luke 15:20 NIV” This is how God greets everyone who returns to Him, no matter what they've done. I pray I would react the same way with my son. If you have a prodigal, my heart goes out to you, but just know that God sees you and your child. He is working behind the scenes as He is a God of redemption and reconciliation. He will heal your broken heart and give you the strength to hold on.