This blog follows our family's journey to life after death. Our daughter Anna died November 25, 2007. In Jesus' name we press on.... to a new job, a new state, a new home, a new life. Come with us as we start a new chapter in our lives and as we press on to our eternal home.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
One year
We are getting ready to celebrate our one-year anniversary of being in Virginia. We have come a long way since last summer when we were packing/moving/saying goodbye to our friends and family. Perhaps someone told us that it would be hard to move across the country, but we must not have been listening. We thought it would be an adventure--a fresh start. And it has been, but it has also been much harder than we anticipated. The only thing that kept us here during those first few months (besides the fact that we sold our house) was knowing that it was God's plan for us to be here. And except for being so far from the people we love, it is a wonderful place to be. I remember on Anna's birthday we were so sad and we were wanting to be with people who knew her and could share our grief. We were driving in the country and I sighed and said, "It sure is pretty here." Some days, that was the only positive thing I could think of to say! The hard days have gotten fewer and farther between, but when they come, I still look around and say, "It sure is pretty here." We are looking forward to our second year--trusting that this is where God wants us, learning to love the people we are with, and thankful to be in such a beautiful place.
It IS pretty there. I am proud of you for following Him. It is one 100+ day after another down here...
ReplyDeleteYou would laugh to know my feelings about Wichita during my first year after an impulsive job change. I knew the one co-worker who had been my contact for the job. He had a family so I babysat for them sometimes. Other than that, I did a lot of cross stitch. I was the only woman in my dept. My more immediate coworker lived on cigarettes and Pepsi and was either working or skydiving. My parents met a girl my age at a wedding reception and offered to put us in touch. Wow, that was pretty awful to be set up for a platonic friend - even worse than a set-up for a blind date.
ReplyDeleteThings got better. The wedding reception girl was a fun friend and I found a church on the fifth try and made some more friends. I knew that none of it had to do with Wichita - it was just a matter of being in a new place. But given your Wichita background, I just had to type this up!