This is home. Right here. In the desert. Both literally and figuratively. It seems rather pessimistic to say that out loud and yet, at the same time it is freeing to admit it.
The last few years have been wrought with change and fear and uncertainty.
We packed up our belongings and a few plants from the garden and left our sweet Cottage on Lemon Lane, leaving behind the best of times and the worst of times.
We've moved to a new city and while I am closer to family, I have left my dear friends behind. I didn't realize how much I'd miss the connections and the routines we'd established. I'd forgotten how hard it can be to make new friends as we age. It seems the number of years I've been alive doesn't match the number of years I think I am (can I really be I really that old?) and finding like minded women will take some time and patience.
I don't know if it's the times we (collectively) are living in or just this time in my life but it feels like I've been living waiting for the other shoe to drop. It's a kind of uneasiness that keeps me from settling in and living life.
Now that I've called it out, I can see what a sad waste of time it is to live that way.
And so I begin again...this is home. I think it's time I settle in and make it feel that way. We are none guaranteed another tomorrow. I refuse to squander today waiting for what may never come.
"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34
xo, Patty
I think we have a similar approach to life and to aging. I do too much of that "waiting for the other shoe to drop" while Jesus spoke so wisely about us not worrying and not being fearful. Your cookies look so delicious, bring them along with you to church coffee hour, Bible study, etc. and you will attract new friends in your new home.
ReplyDeleteCookies are the best way to a friendship. Thank you for the encouraging words.
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