Its December. 5 weeks from lift off. A lot of things are odd. Not bad just odd. For instance I've never had a tiny tree in a metal pitcher for Christmas but it makes me happy. I like this simple life we have going. Living in one big room. Its less pressure with more clutter.
One of my strengths is being adaptable. I sense peoples feelings and needs and can adapt quickly to make them feel better. I can also be happy with anything, adapting to what's at hand, making the best of a situation. I'm often described as sensitive and I wonder if this is a compliment or a curse. I'm going to choose to believe the best.
Anyway, we're making the best of each day we have left here with family and friends. Booking lunches and mall walks, dinner dates and game nights, birthday celebrations and merriment. I feel guilty at times. Guilty that we're leaving and won't be around to help with things. Things like estate sales and babysitting, remodeling projects and cutting down trees for firewood, moving people and making birthday dinners, baking cookies and shopping on spontaneous occasions.
I guess I just need to accept that we're going to miss out on lots of things I hold so dear. Sometimes when I'm with people it feels like someone is dying and we're mourning this great loss. I suppose we are. Like saying goodbye to the Colorado cabin each summer after wonderful memories have been made and caught on camera. "Until next year." I guess that's how I want things to be. Memories treasured in our hearts forever, all year long, until next time. Moving forward into the year ahead, taking things as they come. Making the best of each moment. Adapting to what's at hand and hopeful for the "next time" when we meet again.
There are bonds here that neither depth, nor height, nor mountains or seas could ever break. Ever. Love bridges great divides.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. 1 Cor 13:7-8
Thanks be to God for the gift of the moment, for what's at hand and for the next times.