He knoweth thy walking . . .

  

As I sit here in my little home this morning I am sitting in wonder at the life I find myself living.  A year ago I could never have imagined just how much my life would have changed in just 365 days, one circle around the sun. 

I got up this morning and two small warm furry bodies flung themselves at me with joy and loud little voices greeting me, loving me.  Last year it was a furry black body with soulful deep brown eyes.

I sit here at my table and I am watching a large woodpecker feeding itself at one of my feeders, while a smaller one feeds at another.  A hummingbird flits between the blossoms on the hummingbird feeder, and two small furry orange bodies are nestled next to my slippers on the floor.

This is a life unimagined, unfathomed, unexpected.  It is not how I thought my life would end up. Not at all.  I have lost everything I thought was dear to me, and yet I have gained so much more than I ever thought that I could. 

I have been to the abyss, and to the very depths of broken-ness and sorrow. I have experienced a portion of the unimaginable in a very personal way.  And yet, at the same time I have been lifted up on high, born upon the wings of love.  The love of a Heavenly Father and Savior who must have known all along that this would happen and who were preparing me in some unknown way to be able to bear up under the blow.  Lifted up by the love of family and friends and strangers.  Born on the wings of countless prayers.

I do not understand where that strength came from, and yet somehow it came, and I managed to do what I had to do and here I am.  My life is completely different.  There are very few whispers of the past clinging to the hem of my garment, and the whispers that do are a gentle mix of heartbreak combined with renewed joy, and plenty of peace.

My son, the other day when we facetimed, told me, "Mom, you look happier than I have seen you look in months. Your whole countenance has been lifted up." I felt it.  I was happier than I had been in months. My joy is made complete.

Oh for sure, things are not perfect.  I have many things yet to do. "i's" to dot, "t's" to cross, but the cracks and fissures in my life are being welded back together with seams of gold, and I am grateful for all of it. For the cracks that have helped me to grow and to become a better, stronger person, and for the gold that is helping to set that growth in place, a part of the me I have become and am becoming.

God is good.

A thought to carry with you  . . .  

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*.˛.He knoweth thy walking
through this great wilderness

these forty years,

the Lord thy God hath been

with thee. Thou has lacked nothing.

~Deuteronomy 2:7  •。★★ 。* 。 

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Peanut Butter Cup Pretzel Cookies.  The recipe makes only 8 deliciously moreish cookies.  Yummy!

Have a great and blessed Sunday!  Don't forget! 

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And I do too!