*I write this from the warm side of my parents guest room queen size bed. If I stretch my toes across the middle, I find cold sheets where the warmth of my husband should be. He's currently sleeping on an air mattress in Davenport, likely wishing he could just sleep in a bed.
*I have finally moved home from Iowa. It hasn't sunk in yet; right now it just feels like I'm visiting family. It's odd, knowing I won't likely cross the I-74 bridge and greet the Mississippi until Josh's graduation in February. I enjoyed living by that river; we rarely did activities that the river factored into, but something in my heart felt welcomed, warmed even, by the brown waters.
*I am thankful for tow trucks. Big, strong ones. Ones that can pull your fully loaded Uhaul truck out of mud ruts in the yard- so you can start your trip without unloading your possessions and reloading them in a different truck. (Note here: AAA does not cover Uhaul. Just a handle tidbit of information for your future life.)
*I was not raised on a farm, but they call to me. The drive to Indiana felt like coming home. I enjoyed each cow visible from the road, savored the barns and fields. Even more compelling, the symphony of fall colors in the trees lining the roads and fields. I spoke aloud as I reached the crest of a hill and saw sunlit fields embraced by the beauty of fall trees- "Oh Lord, how magnificent!"
*I am curious about people who honk their car horns at others due to impatience. I have no problems with horns and use it on the occasion another driver does not see me. It's a warning, "I am here!" At a toll booth, I was beeped at (there was also some arm waving involved) because I was going slowly. After waving apologetically as he angrily passed me, I began to wonder if the abrasive personality he was showing in his driving was who he truly is. When did it become okay to get so angry over 20 seconds of patience? When did our society become so self-obsessed that an tiny inconvenience required a physical demonstration of anger?
*God has been flooding my life with awareness of Himself. I have had to learn to trust God's plan and care for me as the knowledge I would move to IN without Josh slowly sunk in. At first I compulsively, almost maniacally, kept track of Josh's required hours and strategized plans for him to earn more. Slowly, slowly, I felt God chipping away at my self-reliance. Quietly He reminded me to trust His plan. Surrender is the road I chose long ago. I choose it again. Minute by minute. Tears ran down my face as my husband drove away today, but inside I also knew peace. Know peace. And I will rest under the watchful eye of our Almighty God.
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