Earlier this year I learned that "Blessed are the gentle" in the Sermon on the Mount meant more than I realized. When studied further, "gentle" means "accepting from God whatever comes from His hand without complaining or questioning." I knew that this was a far cry from what I had been doing.
I felt that life was being thrown at us at an unbearable pace, where every diabetes situation seemed like a crisis of great proportion.
From that session on, I have been trying to stop whenever another life circumstance erupts and open my hands and accept with gentleness what God has for us. I move on from there, keeping in mind that He loves me more than I could possibly know and He knows my life in every detail on the outside-- and even more important -- inside my heart and head.