Life in Nebraska ....

Last time I posted I mentioned being in a quiet spot.      It's curious to me how one can be in a quiet spot internally but super busy externally and then be in a quiet season externally but Internally be in a season of seeking and crying and lonely.      Zerrick and Susanna's reception in our yard is over and my many siblings showing up for us was a cherry on top.   It felt like a relaxed good reception and I spent most of it watching people and listening in on little groups of chatter.      And then the twelve hours with my siblings on Saturday.  God worked it out so I could have tiny little snitches of chat that I could be assured that I got the most of the gift of them even being here.        We all stood around and prayed and cried and sobbed together for a short time before Bruce's left.  Healing.  I still feel emotional about it.  And now it's qu...

I am grateful.  Giving the accolades to God. But feeling like we're in a space of quiet.  The quiet before a storm. Is it possible to walk in faith and still prepare for the next heavy thing? Maybe it's possible. Maybe it's okay.  Maybe the quiet and mundane and nothingness is God's gift. Maybe He knows my mind and soul need a break.  A rest time.  Time to take care of other places of my life.  It doesn't mean I'm not close to Him.  It might mean I'm like a dry hard patch of earth that just needs the time to let the faith sink deep.   While I sit in this little space of empty I keep a grateful eye on my little piece of Faith.  And I list my Grateful in my head The two months without seizures The week long trip to my son's wedding and no bad effects.  The quiet of not having big fear spirals.  The flowers in the garden all messy and laying sideways and still blooming like it doesn't matter they're laying in the dirt.  The...