18 November 2014
walking this path & other stuff ...
i recently read a passage that was so very personally insightful and applicable. sharing below, i hope you'll find it equally touching to your own hearts with validation and compassion. we all hurt, varied reasons, all very personal. i don't see one wounding as greater than another.. and yet i know some of my readers are going through the exact same thing as the hubs and me.
"If you are wise, are you listening? - instead of torturing yourself over what you could not help and did not foresee, you will allow the grief in you to be a simple open wound that Christ may touch and, in good time, heal. This thing happened. It has broken you to pieces. If you can find the humility to allow it, grace will also heal you: you will be stronger in the end for this, one day. This grieving is the filth and mess that turns out to be the bed of sticky clay that, if we plunge our hands into it and bring them out full, we can craft into a grail of hope. it is so. I promise you."
The Hour Before Dawn by Penelope Wilcock
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the hubs and i - we're opening our home to friends for thanksgiving. there will be 11 around our table. there was to be 12 including my nephew but he's been ordered (military) to a different location and position in his branch - quite impressive if i'm to brag just a bit. i can't share details of course but suffice it to say that this is an excellent move, his parents are beyond proud, and i just know he'll be wonderfully blessed by this change. very special.
it's chillier here in NorCal these days and that just brings me such happiness, especially while on walks with the pooch, early mornings outside when i can see my breath, wearing a sweater in the afternoon, or snuggling on the couch with a wool blanket.
last night i made a simple meal of potatoes, (hebrew nat'l) dogs, onion - and a mess of green beans on the side. poorman's meal per Clara from depression cooking on youtube. delish especially with some good shakes of hot sauce and a fried egg on top for the hubs.
we recently spent time on the coast in my 58 terry trailer named lulabelle. such a nice, relaxing getaway. the first night i slept 10 hours. TEN HOURS people! unHEARD of. typically 5 hours is my routine. but 10? no way. but yes, TEN the first night. the second night i was back to the mini sleeping pattern. we went to bed early and i woke at 2:20. unable to will myself to sleep again, i made a strong cup of coffee and once outside under the stars planted myself on a chair. i brought a warm comfy blanket with me as it was a tad chilly. besides a gazillion stars shining bright, the half moon graced the sky ... then a shooting star! what delight! and i'll bet i was the *only* one in the campground awake to see it.
here's a view of our site:
our getaway was aptly timed as the hubs accepted a new position at work that will keep him quite busy from now on. not the calm before the storm, but certainly the calm before the busy. it will be a rare opportunity for him to work from home. rare as in almost nonexistent. i'm thankful, and proud, that he has been recognized in this way. such a good man .. professionally and personally.
and now dear hearts, i've miles to go before i sleep and with that i'll post this post and get busy with my day.
(who is for sure wearing pearls today)