I left my back porch twelve days ago. Have been home for two.
It takes a couple days to clear the mental cobwebs and settle back into routine. I could barely keep my eyes open yesterday. But I did.
There were mountains of laundry to do… and groceries to buy… and messages to return.
Thru each day I looked at the pictures we took, desperately trying to keep the memories fresh. That’s the hard part when you’ve had a break from the norm…
And all the while I’m doing that, I wish we lived closer… dear ones on the east coast, west coast and all points in between.
I think of the obligation that tethers me here… I still don’t understand it all.
Perhaps I never will. And perhaps that’s okay.
It takes time for acceptance to creep in… when acceptance is required.
So today I will look at the photos… again and again and again.
Today I thank God for blessing me with family… everywhere they are.
Today I trust He will bring us together when we need to be together…
…and sustain us when we are apart.
I thank Him for:
~and deep fried pickles
I thank Him that the sound of early morning Kentucky echoes here in early morning Oregon.
I trust Him with my life and when tomorrow comes…
I will do it all over again.