It's been two years since my last post. I don't know why, because there have been a lot of things I wanted to post here, but just never did it. It's often difficult to find time to sit down and compose my thoughts in a coherent way; but I'm going to try now.
In the past two years I've participated in the MS 150 bike ride (only actually riding 110 of those miles), took a new job, sold the home where I've lived for over 20 years, said goodbye to people I love, and moved 1000 miles away to New England.
For nearly 6 months I lived alone while Steve stayed in Chicago to sell the house. For the past 4 months we've been trying to make this new house a home.
To say this has been difficult would be understatement. It has been absolutely heartwrenching, and there were times I didn't think I would make it. I'm still not all the way there yet, but God is good, and during the lowest points I felt His comfort::
The day I was mowing the lawn and discovered a wild blueberry patch in my backyard.
Those mornings when I think I can't face another day , I go out on my deck and hear the sillence and watch the peacfulness of the woods.
The kindness of a husband who has to live with me, and has stayed with me for 25 years.
The times at the beach, just watching the water and digging in the sand.
I still miss my friends, family and home. I'm still struggling with a new job, by not having good bike riding opportunities, and lack of a decent Mexican restaurant. I hate that my son is 2000 miles away.
But I know that things will get better, and that God works all things for good. I cling to that hope, and keep going.
