My son is playing a mournful song on his cello right now and it's late. It's gorgeous, but heart aching. Since last week we've been in various stages of getting used to our new situation, and I think it is rather like the sharp intake of breath you take when entering the pool----it's perhaps not so pleasant at first, but then you acclimate and breathe more normally. I'm still breathing unnaturally, figuratively of course. There's grief and loss and expectation and some fear. I must admit that the conditions we are facing are anything but severe, and I am so grateful for that! The unknown has always disturbed. We like the friendly familiar and the predictable, even when we hope for adventure.
The comings and goings at Corgi Hollows are too many to report, and the activity frenzy helps keep the spirits up. Perhaps next week the true colors of our lives may emerge from the gray of our change.
As always, God has blessed us exceedingly, abundantly, beyond all that we could imagine. I hope we are strengthened by His hand to face whatever is to come!
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