This morning, I'm in some serious prayer for my family. I'm struggling to see where God's working in this particular situation. I'm grateful I can rummage through my purse to find my notebook, encrusted with chap stick and goldfish crumbs (thanks Baby R), to read through line after line of God's working. But I'm still struggling with where to find God in this space. Will this situation one day be a gift or will the struggle be what becomes the gift? Today I'm wondering.