From mid-March through mid-July, my family sees at least seventeen birthdays. I had thought maybe I would be able to attend all of the celebrations in person this year; but after drinking a cup of coffee (which cleared my mind), I realized that would be impractical and I could possibly wear out my welcome. 😄
With that said, I have been able to get in on the party for this week and it's been fun. Our birthday girl wanted a Brownie Pie instead of cake. In her household the party, with candles and singing, begins early (shouldn't all birthdays start out with cake for breakfast?!!!)
|Sandy's cross stitch that inspired me|
On the heels of that special occasion, I got to meet yet another blogging friend in person! Sandy of Home Ec Major and I have been blogging friends for going onto three years. She was the impetus for my return to cross stitching in August 2018. Although I can't find it in me to concentrate with a needle and floss these past several months, we share other interests that have kept us commenting on each other's blog.
|Sandy and Gus|
She lives within an hour's drive of where I've been staying this week. Even though it was raining steadily all the way as I drove unfamiliar roads, I found her and Gus waiting for me as I pulled into the driveway this morning.
For those of you who, like me, have been intrigued with the snapshots of her home, I will assure you the place is truly fascinating. Full of charm, quality decor, and a mesmerizing floorpan, Sandy's beautiful home tour delighted me thoroughly.
Gus, good watchdog that he is, barked at me a lot when I first arrived, but that's what he's supposed to do, right?! Then after a few minutes he decided I was okay and before long he wanted to be friends with me. Perhaps he caught a scent of my granddog, Tobie, which told him I'm a dog person. Anyway, he settled into the chair with Sandy while she and I talked about home decor, living on a bayou (yes, she does!!), family, and faith. We even got to conclude our visit with prayer for each other. Then as I left she sent me off with a bag of wonderful cookies.
|view from the last pew on the main floor|
This week I've also had the thrill of sitting at the back of the church my son's family attends, watching the choir and orchestra rehearsal. I was in this church on Easter Sunday, too. It's a beautiful place and with each visit I meet more good people.
On the subject of where I am with the grief process, I am reading Rick Warren's The Purpose Driven Life, What On Earth Am I Here For? The book first came out in the year 2000 but I just never got around to reading it until now.
Now that I'm no longer a married woman with my schedule, meal plans, and social life centered around my husband, I'm going through an identity crisis of sorts. Not sure what I'm supposed to be doing or what my aim or goals should be. All I ever really wanted to be was a wife and a mother. The Lord graciously gave that to me, beginning at the age of 20. Here I am now, 50 years later, feeling a little like the rug has been pulled out from under me and like a deer in the headlights. I am expecting this book will help me get set onto whatever it is I should be doing in my remaining time here on earth.
The Lord is telling me I have no reason to be fearful (although I have to be reminded of that from time to time). He sends me messages of comfort every single day through scripture study, people, circumstances, and even through this, in the bedroom of my granddaughters:
"God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and love and a sound mind." II Timothy 2:9
Until next time, grace and peace.