"O give thanks unto the LORD, for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever." - Psalms 107
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You know what 600 miles a week or so of driving does to you other than pave a pathway for future IBS? It ties muscles in knots. My back and shoulders are like lumpy cement and I seriously need a spa day.
I left Houston on Friday afternoon in a fit of spontaneity with hopes of finding some new perspective in seeing my Corpus Christi area friends and family again. My last trip brought back so many old memories and feelings that were comforting and hope-giving imho. I tried to call my mother at home as I left Houston to let her know I was incoming, but she had taken my grandmother to the doctor. I was a little concerned when I couldn't reach her until after I passed Victoria (about half way through the trip)... then the news came. My dear grandmother at 81 years of age was in the midst of being diagnosed with breast cancer. It was not anything I would expect to hear, but then again, not much can shock me now-a-days. With strengthened resolve about leaving Houston on a moments notice just because it felt like the right thing to do, I pressed on to my southern homeland. I prayed about it. I spent a lot of time with
Beth, my mother and grandmother, and a little bit of time with Rob and my sister. Nana is in good spirits and I think they caught it early enough that chances of treatment are good. I am still (obviously) deeply concerned, but I'm not going to get too worried until after I find out the results of the surgery.
When I arrived home last night, the Penny and Bianca were out of food. I left them enough for a week and was gone 2 days. My traveling is not helping their diet in the least. I was tired of driving and tired in general, but had trouble falling asleep. I had a some emotional moments readjusting to being home alone with so many memories around me, but they are all good. I wonder if I will ever be normal again. The suddenness of change far exceeds course life adjustment. Like an Olympic runner losing a leg in an accident, you instantly are faced with life as you know it being forever changed. You still live... laugh, love, experience... but you have to see the world with new eyes. It's not easy. My faith will carry me.
"The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;
thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil;
my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever." - Psalms 23
These shots are amazing. I seriously would blow those suckers up and hang them in my bedroom. Even the hubby likes them and he NEVER likes the same stuff I do. Architectural project manager has to have everything looking like you’re stepping into the 22nd century.
Sorry about your nana. I will certainly keep her in my thoughts.
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