Upheaval summarizes the past two months of my life. I come to post and struggle to put everything into words. Overwhelmed I clam up. So I'm starting small: for nine months I tried to be our savior (in essence) striving through misery and mire to obtain for myself a goal. In the end, it all crumbled at my feet. I lost my job, we have to move from our home, etc. And yet, the goal for which I so earnestly strove has also landed at our feet. Not by our own hand but by the (obvious) hand of Providence. There was a lighting bolt moment when we realized "Oh! We already have a Savior." He did the saving. And I'm ashamed I tried so hard to do it.
We're moving everything into storage because we have not a place to live. But we have confidence it will come. I know this much: in two months I will be surrounded by wildflowers and I can't wait! :}
