Circumstances Change Us

 My circumstances may not change~but I will change in my circumstances. Tony Evans

This is so true and something I need to remember when storms hit me right in the face. Life is hard but there is growth even on the darkest days. Would I sidestep the heartaches if I could? Absolutely. But life is full of ups and downs and each one of us will come out different on the other side. I can’t remember who said this~Remember that we go through things not stay put in them. Life ebbs and flows. It is our job to hold on tight and ride the waves. This doesn’t mean we have to be a leaf in the stream and we can get out our paddles to avoid some collisions. Boy am I full of colorful language this morning. That is what happens when I have only been home three nights in a month and have not been blogging while away. My apologize to all of you.

Today I am in such a joyful place. A new great-grandson, plans for Thanksgiving with family in Washington state, my daughter is soaring toward a new career, I am finally home for a few weeks. Life is great! Lastly, I had my physical and there are no health issues at this time. For weeks I didn’t answer my doctor’s office calls for fear that this moment of bliss would be broken by news of a problem. Why I got so afraid this year I don’t know. Perhaps losing my sister to Covid so unexpectedly made me fearful. But my health news was better than I could have hoped. So I spent weeks worrying rather than just finding out the results and beginning to deal with whatever they were. Silly me. Putting my head in the sand and fear in my heart rather than trusting that the news I received would be faced with those who love me and never alone. 

So the circumstances I created this past few weeks changed me. It made me realize even if there was a health issue, I would be loved and find growth even in an illness. I truly believe that though my sister’s death was long and alone in a hospital bed, she found a strength she never knew she had. Although we weren’t in the room with her she was never alone. She had her faith, her Jesus, and all of us FaceTiming and assuring her she was loved and prayed for. We prayed for her recovery and for her to come home to us. But even in her death she is loved, thought about, and in a place we all hope to retire to one day. 

I am so glad to be home on my Mom’s couch that is now a part of my home doing my Bible study and yes blogging. It is true there is no place like home. Savoring this time with my Ronnie B and friends is a gift until we are back on the road again.

In Him,

Joyful

10-11-22