The hardest thing...

Question #.. I do not know, but it is the next one  :
I am 34 years old.  I think I have yet to experience the hardest thing I will ever go through. I can speculate as to what it might be. I am not a cynical person, I try to see the glass half full, even when it seems quite empty. I am not looking forward or worrying about the future trials, I simply know there will be some.  I are not promised a trouble free existence, no one is, but I am promised to never be alone in it. Thank God :)
As for right now I would say that being the brand new mother of my first baby boy, losing my mother and almost losing my husband, then to not know for weeks if he would ever be the same again, all in three months time, I would say that was the hardest thing as of yet. I did not feel abandoned or hopeless. Despair can only grab hold if there is a place to land.  I like to think of those landing spots being filled with my close family(includes that crazy Younglove side), my friends(that are really family too), and a personal Holy God who fits Himself everywhere else on the landing strip that can not be filled with the people in my life.  He takes up the most room, of course, but sometimes He is easier to forget about. He brought me through that time of heart ache and uncertainty. I think some of the nurses might even have thought me unnaturally unfeeling towards my husband's condition.  I questioned it myself, why is there not more panic or fear? I was comforted with His answers.