Sunday, May 22, 2011
Adventures in Widowville
I have had so many adventures in the past week. Breaking news...I mowed the yard for the first time all by myself! But you have to hear the story to appreciate it.
On another note, I have had two men ask me how I spell my first name...I think that is the latest pick up line in Kerrville! I am at least smart enough now to realize that! No, they did not pick me up! I miss the protection of my wedding ring and wonder what world I am in now.
I have gone to Starbucks several times to write. It is a peaceful place that looks over the Guadalupe River and is a good change from my house. I have submitted a story and hope to start on a book soon as things are a little more settled with my parents. I continue to help my dad get some financial things in order and run him to therapy. Riding around town with a 82 year old in my convertible and a walker in my back seat hurts my single image a bit but we are having fun!
I went to Austin this week to see Price before he left for his summer internship off the coast of Louisiana. He is with a drilling company and is getting great experience using his Petroleum Engineering Degree. I will miss him and it is another opportunity to trust God with my baby. My trusting muscles are getting bigger and bigger!
I had a wonderful divine appointment this week with a 91 year old man I ran into while I was getting an estimate on a repair job I needed. He had lost his wife the July before I lost Joe. He was quite interesting to visit with and asked me lots of questions about my grief journey. He said something very profound that I had felt but not yet put into words. He said, "After you loose your mate, your home, the place you have always come for love and a hug, is the coldest and most empty place." It brought tears to my eyes for the first time in a while...it is a true statement. When you are happily married and have kids, home is where you are loved the most and held. When those significant people are gone, home isn't the same. At then end of our conversation, my new friend said, "You are doing real well. I have 11,000 volunteer hours as a bereavement counselor with Hospice." God continues to encourage me with people that know what transition and loss are all about. I smiled all the way home as I thought of how much I love God as I drove with the cool breeze blowing my curls.
God is speaking much to me in this season and my journal is getting thicker and thicker. He leads me beside still waters and restores my soul. Psalms 23 Most of all, I am learning more about being with God and becoming more like Him. Intimacy with Him is my quest.