While we were recovering from our
illness that exhausted us,
we ate a lot of soup, healing, nourishing us.
I don't know why things are like they are sometime;
all I know is what I read about salvation is to
try to bear our sorrows meekly, humbly and without complaint
but instead with thanksgiving.
And that by doing so we will be saved.
I am not good at doing this yet and I pray I will improve...
I was rather heartbroken by not being able
to speak with my husband to my Ottawa spiritual father
like we had all planned on.
It's all I could think of; the sadness of not seeing my
dear sister-friend, my godson and the rest of them I could not
even bear on top of this...
like not going to our Greek Monastery as planned...
At least I got to see my friend get married and I am thankful for this.
But coming back home after being so sick,
it was a relief but as we got better,
I found it a bumpy transition;
I thought by year 3 that it would ease a bit,
but well. It's still hard.
I am still needing to do so much work to build my new life.
Soon it will be better ~
my sewing class is back in session, the quilt guild
is going to begin again, my quilt-friend is back in town
and I hope to get my sewing machine out.
And take some train trips to Princeton in the fall,
and the like.
It just takes a lot of effort to keep doing the work,
to show up, to keep up with all I am doing.
We are having some special social things soon,
and things will be much more busy.
I do hope to look back at this time
and remember how our friend brought us wonderful
chicken soup, how so many loved us during
our away-from-home-illness and
that God was abundant in mercy....