Strength and Courage

So about 4 years ago I had a breakdown. I actually went into a heart specialist and wore a heart monitor for a month trying to catch what was going on with me. I went into the ER 3 times I believe. Finally, we realized it was anxiety. I totally had to take a chill pill, literally and figuratively speaking (until I read about the side affects and what coming off the medicine does to you and I quit taking them after 3 days!) After realizing what it was, I just had to let go. So lately I have been stressing again. I have gone a little crazy. As Chet said, I am all over the board. Happy one minute, crying the next. The boys have been a little baffled I think. I am usually pretty sassy with them and give it to 'em straight. Lately I just cry (More in the last month than they have probably seen their entire lives. At least twice a week!) So Chet left to go hunting today leaving me for a couple days and nights by myself. Cars asked if he could say family prayers tonight and he got really serious, like he was really pleading with Heavenly Father for something. He says, "Please give my mom the strength and courage to put us to bed tonight." As soon as he was done, he leans over and gives me a big hug and tells me that he loves me and that I am a great mom. I was a little confused. Strength and courage? Courage? What the heck!?! I didn't think I was that crazy, but usually if you watch your kids you can learn a lot about yourselves! I'm glad he is praying for me at least. We all need a little help sometimes I guess! (Glass half full, right!)