Due to a comedy of errors, I didn’t get around to my favorite things post yesterday. I know you were on the edge of your seat [sarcasm]. Alas, you’ll have to wait a bit longer. I think I’m ready to tackle Part 2. Here we go…

God has healed me through all sorts of things, really. He’s reminded me of the beauty of just being and breathing and loving and not about me through time with The Hunk’s sweet family. Country Lane and Toledo Bend bandaged my soul better than I had expected.

He’s allowed me the grace to love others even when loving them looks like diving head long into the things that hurt the most.

He’s persistently pushed me to ask for help from a someone who speaks my language. A someone who just flat told me how to shake it – the sad cloud, I mean – to cling to God’s Word. To say it out loud. To lean on the One who holds it all in His hands anyway. To acknowledge that this is more about control than it is anything else.

And so it seems that healing has looked more like learning to dance than walking in a straight line. Forward in joy, back in sadness. Forward in strength, back in weariness. Forward in trust, back in doubt. Forward in hope, back in despair. Side to side to side in love of all kinds. At first it looks terribly awkward and feels all wrong, but the longer we do it with our Jesus leading the way, the prettier it gets. Right, even.

I’m closing the book on this whole loss thing for now. You’ve read it long enough. I’ve embraced it long enough. It’s time to move forward. To trust there are good things to come – that God has a plan and is control.

If you have anything you want to ask me about, I’m an open book! Email me or leave me a question in the comments section and I’ll tell you anything you want to know. I am more grateful than I can say for your love and support through all of this. I love, love y’all!

Keep on keepin’ it down and dirty.