One Last Cry

Despite the title, this will not be the last time I cry about Josh or moving or heartache but probably the last time on my back porch in Arkansas watching the sunrise.

This good change is happening because something bad happened - at least bad in my earthly-perspective eyes. Trusting that God still has me and that in the grand scheme His bigger story is good is still a fact that I wrestle to accept - although I want to embrace that hope so much.

So here’s to today - move day 2020. The day I officially return to Missouri after about 14 years of being away.

Looking up at the sky right now a whole group of birds - Swifts - are circling. There is action and movement mixed with grace and beauty. Such is the process of grief. It flows seemingly without direction at times but is always active.

This moment of quiet allows me to take another big deep breath as I embrace another big day.