Calm
There is no storm here at Lark Circle. Well, at least there isn't for me because for the time being, I'm in the eye of the proverbial hurricane. Lots of changes happening here.
I had a conversation with my houseguest yesterday before I went to work. She doesn't want to be here anymore and I don't blame her. Things didn't work out the way we thought they would. It was the weirdest thing, but whatever used to be between us just isn't there. I told her that when God wanted her to go, she would find a roommate; someone at church or a co-worker perhaps. I know she belonged here. I know why. I also know that when the time came, God would order things accordingly. Last night I found out she met a co-worker who is also needing her own place and they're looking for a place.
My other upstairs roommate, who is also my former mother-in-law is also feeling the winds of change blowing. Her future son-in-(common)law anyway, did something extraordinary for her yesterday. They thought I was going to be floored to hear this. I wasn't surprised. Not in the least. She's been invited to live with he and Wendi and I think it's time. He had to do this extraordinarily kind thing to change her mind about moving in with them. That's how I saw it anyway. The only uncertain thing is when all of this will happen.
My houseguest told her daughter the other day about a picture falling off the wall a few weeks ago. Sometimes dramatic things have to happen in order for us to move our feet. I wasn't where I belonged either and God nudged me to start the process of fixing that. I believe more than ever today that where I'm headed (not in a physical sense of moving or changing jobs or anything) is where I was supposed to be all along.
So how do I know all of this? There is peace. There is dog food. There is calm in the chaos. The dog food thing is another story but an answer to a prayer. And for the first time in a very long time, I've not seen an Oregon license plate since Tooele last Friday.
I haven't written much lately but things are changing and fast here at Lark Circle. Just like I told you they were several months ago.
I had a conversation with my houseguest yesterday before I went to work. She doesn't want to be here anymore and I don't blame her. Things didn't work out the way we thought they would. It was the weirdest thing, but whatever used to be between us just isn't there. I told her that when God wanted her to go, she would find a roommate; someone at church or a co-worker perhaps. I know she belonged here. I know why. I also know that when the time came, God would order things accordingly. Last night I found out she met a co-worker who is also needing her own place and they're looking for a place.
My other upstairs roommate, who is also my former mother-in-law is also feeling the winds of change blowing. Her future son-in-(common)law anyway, did something extraordinary for her yesterday. They thought I was going to be floored to hear this. I wasn't surprised. Not in the least. She's been invited to live with he and Wendi and I think it's time. He had to do this extraordinarily kind thing to change her mind about moving in with them. That's how I saw it anyway. The only uncertain thing is when all of this will happen.
My houseguest told her daughter the other day about a picture falling off the wall a few weeks ago. Sometimes dramatic things have to happen in order for us to move our feet. I wasn't where I belonged either and God nudged me to start the process of fixing that. I believe more than ever today that where I'm headed (not in a physical sense of moving or changing jobs or anything) is where I was supposed to be all along.
So how do I know all of this? There is peace. There is dog food. There is calm in the chaos. The dog food thing is another story but an answer to a prayer. And for the first time in a very long time, I've not seen an Oregon license plate since Tooele last Friday.
I haven't written much lately but things are changing and fast here at Lark Circle. Just like I told you they were several months ago.
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