Reflections of another year

It’s always the way on December 31st. To reflect on the year gone by. The year we now see in our rear view mirror. Be careful, objects are closer than they appear. 
Right about the time my year took a turn for the better, my husbands took a turn for the worse.  Whatever affects him, affects me. That’s the deal.

So while I’m off to London in May to visit our wee girlee, and nurturing a flourishing garden, and flying to Toronto with my sister for a couple of weeks in august, and thriving in a new job…. My poor husband is literally limping his way thru 2023 and life.

Not to sound dramatic, but I sort of feel like I got my life back this year. The life I lost grasp on the previous year.

 Miraculously. Serendipitously. I found myself on a plane bound to London. Many of you are on planes all the time going everywhere and anywhere but that has not been my story, so it was a pretty big happening . While I was in London someone from home reached out to me and offered me a job. I got home just in time to start my garden. The job was at a school so I had the whole summer off to nurture said garden.

I even volunteered (well they paid me) to work the bi-election this summer. Yeah, I know most of you didn’t even know we had one. But I went to a training course where I knew no one and spent most of the ejection day working with complete strangers.  It was completely fascinating and enjoyable. It’s a big deal for me to stick my toe into foreign water, alone.  I don’t usually venture out into the unknown.

Come September, I went back to school. To feed people. Totally in my wheelhouse. It’s great to be out there, contributing to society and making new friendships. I even had the energy and the requests to do a flourishing bakery business this Christmas. Went to a few parties.

Then, the piece de resistance…. Wee girlee flew home for four days in December to surprise us. We’re too old for that kind of exhilaration.  But we made the best of our short time together after we started breathing again.

Andrew continues to be sure and steady and brilliant and hilarious. So it’s all good… except for the hip replacement mike has booked for February. But that’s next year so, if all goes well, 2024 will be off to a good start.

What I know for sure:  God is good: God is faithful. God has good plans for our lives.

We wrap up the year with some life altering perplexities but as believers in Him… we are hard pressed on every side but not crushed, perplexed but not in despair, persecuted but not forsaken, struck down but not destroyed. Therefore, we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, I inwardly we are being renewed day by day.

Happy new year!