Moved Again

So here we are now, six months in a new home, state, husband job, church, people, the whole shabang is new.Never even set foot in North Carolina before we came to house hunt. The following is something I wrote before the move.


Our new journey=not knowing what to expect. Could be death or birth and certainly things we don't expect at all. The unknown, with lots of variables for 2010, will be full of surprises and disappointments.
What to do to prepare for the journey? Knowing the journey continues whether we are ready or not, taking JOY along deep inside, gives us a sense of God indwelling, protecting, providing.
The Christ Child is the key. The gifts are the example for us to offer ourselves and our gifts in ways we'd never imagined!

God came with us! He was here all along, ready to help and comfort in those times of disappointment, which have definitely come along. Not my will, but Yours, Lord.

I Can't Stop Crying

I bought a card once and keep it still that says, "It's never too late to have a happy childhood."

Not that I didn't have one, it's just that there were way too many complications and reactions to those.

My imagination has always been my friend.

The Lord Jesus, Gentle Shepherd, has saved me more than once, I believe.

The people I loved most are all gone now. "Too late to 'pologize, it's too-ooo-ooo late." Good song and apropos for this situation.

Nancy the singer sang,
"I been siftin'
through the layers,
dusty books
n' faded papers,
tell a story
I used to know,
but it happened
so long ago."

I want to make things that somehow tell their stories. I know about mental illness and adoption and faith and art.

I know about days spent thinking with my eyes open, but all I see is the reflection of my retina on the back of my cornea.

I know about days spent crying because those tears needed to come out so God could put them in His bottle.

What a relief. Thanks, Gentle Shepherd, thanks.