Because life is ever-interesting, I ride along as though this road is being laid by a child with more whim than plan. Just when I anticipate a right, the hairpin left speeds me along on two wheels and a prayer. Somehow it all works out, though. I guess I'm still discovering that I'm not really driving after all.
Some of you will remember my wonderful artist father. In March, he had to go on ahead where we cannot follow just now. He was surrounded by everyone who loves him, and when the inevitable knocks, truly what more can you ask?
Stabb and I have not built that dream house, instead, we turtle on...our dream backpacked along wherever we are. The farmhouse table can wait a little longer, and though I admit to sometimes casting a yearning glance to the trees, this girl can also wait a while to look out of that treehouse window tomorrow keeps promising me.
We are hunkering down in a quaint little cottage, helping mom with her honey-dos and the poignant quiet left behind by the loss of her sweetheart of 50 years. she is the bravest person I know.
One of my beautiful daughters is studying in Fiji this semester, investing in her dream to become a photo journalist for National Geographic. My eldest, my miracle girl, continues to magic the world with her renewed self and my amazed gratitude.
The ministry continues to meet needs, spilling food abundantly into lives somehow...even when the shelves seem bare. God's own magic show for those of us standing in surprised awe always, though we should know better by now.
My husband and I love one another freshly each day. It sounds sing-songy and trite, but feels like grace. I miss some of you more than you know. Let me know that you are well.
I'm sorry for the absence of your father but I trust in your belief you'll be together again, later on. Sounds like he left the way most of us would like to do best.
That whimsical driver sneaks in with me every little bit too, I'm learning to just enjoy the ride and close my eyes and place my trust in a higher power during the scary parts.
Perhaps that dream house needs a bit more dreaming before it's just right but it still lives so hope lives too.
Great news about your daughters, they sound like a beautiful promise for tomorrow.
Glad your work is going well and I hope folks are more generous than ever this year.
I'm very happy the two of you are on that interesting road together it makes me smile (truly)
You are both sorely missed around here, just so you know it. :)
Finding this has given my day a uplift. :)
I am sorry about your father, nothing like that loss as you feel it in your heart and soul.
Please give those you love one extra hug, for you and your own peace.
Sending you a hug.
I remember... the feel of thick paper under your fingers, and someone who loved that you were excited by his joy.
I also remember charcoal, and the feel of shading with it. That's imported from my own past. It's funny how your brain does that.
One day I should draw with you. I'm not much good, but that hardly matters.