For 3 months I slowly sipped and stirred a cocktail of sickness, death, tears, exhaustion, drama, waiting, guilt, reconnecting, moving, unpacking, throwing away, treasuring, remembering, forgiving, loving, and letting go. I hope and pray that I never have to experience so many intense emotions in such a short period of time ever again. My heart can only take so much, or so I believe.
Here we are, finally able to emerge on the other side of the chaos, with eyes clear enough to see evidence of God all over the place, especially with our new home and surroundings. The move to Baton Rouge has been the one bright spot in the scary black sky that hung over us for too long. A sky I feared was intent on drowning us with a poisonous, unrelenting downpour.
We absolutely love, and excitedly embrace, the laid-back lifestyle here. And our new home! I'm completely smitten with every square foot. Of course guilt sets in when I realize we could have done this years ago and had more quality time with my mom. :( But as Ann Landers said, "Nobody gets to live life backwards."