and so we’ve begun…
It feels a bit daunting sitting down to encapsulate the momentous undertakings of the last weeks in one blog post. Where to start? Where to end?
How do I dive right in and begin writing about an ending and a beginning? How do I begin to express that in only two weeks I have felt most of the differing emotions common to man?
There’s no easy way about it. There’s no neat way to put it. And because of the lack of neatness, I have put it off.
But here I sit now. I’ll begin now.
I’m here staring out the window into a world of white. From the blazing heat to the freezing cold I’ve come. I still feel slightly frozen, slightly numb to my new reality. My processes of life are still the same. But somehow they’ve begun to morph into something I feel unfamiliar with. There’s a different rhythm here, a different tune. The unlearning, re-learning and learning new is quite a humbling process. For the first time I’m on the same playing field as my children. What they need to learn, I’ve not yet learned. Their questions are my own. A work in humility indeed.
But the faithfulness of the One we follow is with us. We begin our journey in a beautifully borrowed home with views one could only dream of. There’s space to breathe, laugh, play and see the Creator in all things. It’s here we slowly begin to find our feet. Work has begun for my husband and my oldest has ventured off to school. I am amazed at his bravery. There are mornings were I sit with him in class, knowing that neither him nor I have a clue at what’s being said, and yet he carries with him a fierce determination that seems oddly familiar. He will find his feet; of this I am sure.
And life continues to unfold on the homefront with the little ones. There are walks to be had, grocery stores to conquer, new culinary skills to master, snowmen to be built, friends to be made and grandparents to become familiar with. In due time we will see more through His eyes and hear more of His whispered words. In the meantime I hang fiercely to words written by my middle son’s hand from The Word: