I've been a bad bad Madre, not posting for two full weeks. Wow. I hadn't realized it had been so long.
But I have a good excuse. I've been moving.
It's amazing the stuff a person can accumulate in a relatively short period of time. To go from a couple of suitcases to boxes upon boxes of things to sort through and pack up...wow. It certainly has made me stop and reflect on the past couple of years (more on that likely to come in a few weeks). My brother and I are extremely grateful to family and friends who have helped us out and given us various hand-me-downs so that we could set up a halfway decent, functioning household. My parents have been an immeasurable gift in providing daycare for my son while I have gone back to work part-time, as has my brother when my hours go late into the night and "He laughs" needs to be put to bed. Speaking of my son, he has grown from a mere whirlwind of 18 months to a potty-trained, big-bed-sleeping, pre-school-attending, chocolate-tornado big boy. We have a new feline member of our little family as of last June. I even have my own car.
(And who woulda thunk that I would ever play fantasy football - much less kick the entire league's patooties in the first week?? Let the trash-talk begin!)
I never thought I could live "on my own" like this, or would have to. But it sure is good to know that my Father has cared and provided for me and brought me to this day. Even in the bad days (and oh there have been bad ones), He has graciously continued to remind me through my pastors and good friends that despite my faithless perception that life stinks and nothing goes my way, I can trust that all these things that happen in my life are gifts for my good from Him because I am baptized.