I think I am drowning in my own sorrow.  I’m the lady who can handle everything that comes her way…. ya, NOT so much! I am drowning.  I pick myself up off the ground every single day hoping that I have made some sort of difference in a person’s life.  My son’s life. His life matters! Brently’s life does matter!  He has a purpose! God says he does. (Jer. 29:11)