Some times are just like that

While we were recovering from our

illness that exhausted us,

we ate a lot of soup, healing, nourishing us.

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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.

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I am not good at doing this yet and I pray I will improve...

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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... 

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At least I got to see my friend get married and I am thankful for this.

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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.

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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.

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It just takes a lot of effort to keep doing the work,

to show up, to keep up with all I am doing.

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We are having some special social things soon,

and things will be much more busy.

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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....