A Time for EverythingThere is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
I haven't blogged much lately. People inquire when I'm going to write again. I am vague...passing off my lack of posting as a result of a busy schedule or lack of inspiration. While it's true I am busy, I do not lack for inspiration. I find something each day that makes me want share God's provision and goodness in our lives. The problem is that one of life's greatest blessings right now can be...well...let's just say it's complicated...and personal...and private. But, then again, not....
Many of you know that the kids and I have someone very special in our lives right now. Some of you aren't aware of this yet. The uncomfortable part is when you aren't aware and then become aware of it for the first time. There is the double take, jaws drop, stammering questions follow, and then my long explanation -- the explanation that I somehow feel I need to give to justify my seeing someone. I guess in my mind we have multitudes of friends and family that have supported us with kindness and prayer for nearly three years. You have all walked with us, literally, through the valley of death. We humbly sought your prayers, gratefully received your help, and have been so happy to share our blessings with all of you. And, now we have a monumental blessing to share and I am reluctant to be open and transparent.
So, this is the day I "get over myself" and acknowledge the fact that those that love us will share in our happiness. One would think that if I am willing to share my deepest grief that I should be able to share my joy as well. Hmmm...there is the rub. Sometimes I feel guilty being happy. I get the feeling that those around me expect me to grieve long, hard, and constantly -- meaning that I should not move forward with life...that I should stay stagnant. Perhaps in that stagnancy I would appear more loyal to Marc. I know Marc did not want that for me or for his children. I'm pretty certain that God doesn't want that for us, either.
Yes, there is a special man in our lives. His name is Brian. I'm not going to share the whole story here today...or perhaps any day. I think the other part of "getting over myself" is acknowledging the fact that I don't have to give a long explanation. Suffice it to say that neither of us were looking for a relationship, but some intuitive friends had hopes and introduced us. We are both grateful for their involvement. All I want to share today is that he is a good man. He is a huge blessing to me and my children, and we love him dearly.
I am happy to share this with you all -- it makes me smile to think that we are supported in this. I would ask that you continue to pray for us. While this season in our lives is exciting and full of hope, it also changes the landscape for the future and poses certain challenges. We would be grateful for your continued prayers as we navigate all of this.
In the meantime, if you see us out and about...no need to do a double take! Just wander over and I would be happy to introduce you :)
In the meantime, here are a few glimpses of our world with Brian in it...
Brian and his mom, Anne. She is a blessing, too!With love and gratitude......