Moving On!

 “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.

Happy Thanksgiving - Letters from the Past and Today

Letters from the Past

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Dear Sarah:

You must think that I have forgotten you but

I am heartsick every time I think of owing you a letter. 

Am working just as hard as ever.  Work til seven every night and eat my supper at 8 '0'clock. 

 This is not very much time for any thing. 

Heard Claus and Mollie were out to see you. 

 They certainly don't bother any of us. 

 Never called on Irene yet or me. 

We have the phone they could easyle ring us up and let us know they would come. 

 It's hard to be poor and be looked down on

but they nednt be ashamed to call on Irene.  That's a cinch. 

Will surely write you later.  Best wishes to both of you from your loving sister,

Matilde

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Letters from Today:

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Dear Friends:

I pray you are all well and are able to celebrate the day will some good food and friends.

I pray all the little children in your care,

and even the ones

who have no one,

are blessed today.

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I pray all the ones who are lonely,

old and young,

find a blessing in their heart,

a sign of hope

from the ONE who gives us

all the Great Hope.

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I wish you Peace

XXOO

BB