Day three of week three

I didnt make it to work.  I sat on the edge of my bed staring at the alarm clock.  I tired to get myself to the shower, I did, but then reality punched me in the gut.  All i could do was sit there and cry.  It was too much.  too much to think about.  Too many people and their sincere concern.  Too much uncertainty.  Too much reality for me. I called one of my co-workers and tried to keep my composer as i told her i cant work today.  i just cant. My whole life feels different now.
I dont know what each day holds, but i know i will get through it.  I know God walks with me.  I feel His presence. On  that first day i drove home in shock and as i got nearer to home i started asking God how i could trust Him?  When all my prayers turn into nightmares?? " I dont know how to trust You anymore"  I cried to Him.  But when i came home that first day, to an empty house, and i was alone, i sank into my chair, and instead of fear keeping me company I suddenly with deep intensity felt  Gods comforting spirit with me.  sitting with me.  Not saying a word, but holding me.  I felt every part of my soul being assured, everything is going to be alright.  I will hold on to this.