“Sometimes I see you pass outside my door.
Hello, is it me you’re looking for?” - Lionel Ritchie
I must say, yes, I can move on, and have moved on, however slowly.
It’s five months since the toxic people left my home. It hasn’t been easy to recover. It’s like removing tar from your skin. You scrub and scrub and use some kind of chemical to get it clean. Then there’s a residual stain that just wants to hang on.
But then again, there are some new, hopeful thoughts that start replacing the old, destructive ones. Like this:
“And Jesus knows turns you never heard of, makes roads you wouldn’t have dreamed of, makes miracles happen exactly where you never would have imagined.
There is a reason He is called The Way.” Ann Voscamp
I believe this statement to be true, as I have received God’s encouragement and hope and guidance when things got a little shaky. There isn’t any other source, for me, that I can count on when things are tough.
This is the kind of faith my mother taught me. God rest her soul. I miss her, despite all the conflicts we ever had.
So down I go, to my basement playroom! It has a pellet stove now, so it’ll be nice and cozy when the weather is less than warm. I have knitted two pair socks and one hat in the last few months, now it’s time to work with different textiles!
I’ll give you a tour very soon of the “Playroom”. It’s properly organized and is a very pleasant place to be. I have two full length windows facing east, so it is quite good light.
See you again soon.