“Nothing makes sense anymore."I start sweating."Everything spun out of control.”

“...I retreat into my fictional world where everything makes sense - but even there I can't even control what people do...”

“I brush her hair back from her forehead. "You need to stop worrying about everything that can't be controlled." She signs and leans away from my hand, "That's just it, though. It's all I can think about anymore. It's like this fixation I have no control over which makes no sense because Im fixated on controlling the uncontrollable." She's breathing wildly. Shit. I need to calm her down.”

“I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.”

“When the world careens out of control, we can rest in the fact that God spun this world with a simple word.”

“I learned that within the confines of God’s story, nothing had been stolen from me, but rather everything was given to me. My life, which felt so out of control, was in reality in complete control – God’s control.”