Thank you for your many kind words of comfort and sympathy through the past days. We sense God's presence with us every step of the way and our hearts have begun the healing process - just a bit. At times like this we realize, again, what is truly important. It's not the 'stuff' that must be cleared away, it's not the trophies and awards from years of living. It's the people we touch whose lives will never be the same because of the way we lived life with them every day. When no one is watching. When no one is keeping track of what we do. The small things that count. The quiet ways we go about life. That's what matters. That's what lasts.
Along with the heart that is healing I am healing from a bad fall in our driveway. It all happened so fast. I landed HARD on my left knee. The sound was incredibly loud, the pain was immediate and I was sure I had crushed my kneecap. My sweetheart was in the house unaware of my fate. I grabbed my cell phone and called him to come quickly. He was there in an instant and so sweetly helped assess the situation. It seemed that nothing was broken and I was able to stand and 'walk' very carefully. I've spent many hours in the recliner with my leg propped and iced and I've swallowed lots of pills for the pain and swelling. I seem to be improving but new bruises and pains reveal themselves every day. This will take awhile to heal so I must be patient, know my limits and be thankful that the results weren't far more serious. In the meantime my sweetheart lovingly calls me 'Hop-a-long'!
In time my heart and body will heal. When that time comes I hope I will remember the lessons I've learned and that I will never be the same again.