{Photo by Martha Dominguez de Gouveia on Unsplash}
It was an expensive, last-minute hotel reservation we didn’t want to make. It came with a seven-hour drive and a complimentary shuttle to the Mayo Clinic. With the help of a clinic scheduler and family members, my husband and I left our three sons with family, promised to get them home for their first day of the new school year, and scurried off to Rochester, Minnesota to get some answers.
When my hope got rattled by uncertainty, I did the wrong thing first. I’m sharing about how to hope in the storm at my friend, Lisa Appelo’s blog. Join me there?
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