Back to the City

I am exhausted. But I am sleeping without Ambien. Ambien and rock solid faith were all that got me through last week...and hey, I lost ten pounds. Ugh. Be careful what you wish for.

As the next days unfold, there are many stories...so many of grace and God's fingerprints on our lives. But kicks also. I think I'll stick with the amazing stories of grace for now.

I have been thrust into a drama that I really don't want a leading role in. I can't really talk about it for the moment, but it is evil. Just plain evil, and is going to require much time and energy which will be a distraction to the other important people and commitments in my life.

I am learning all about dependence from the events that are unfolding. I am learning what it is to truly live one step at a time and not try to figure out the next five steps. Now, this is very, make that VERY hard for me, BUT...it is a place of release and peace to know I don't need to figure it out. Suffice it to say right now that I NEVER expected to be in the position I am currently in.

I miss my dad, and actually have lots of him in me. My mom is a mess. My husband is incredibly supportive and my girls miss me when I am not there to pick them up after school.

Today I had to go back to NYC to take care of some details. I need to go back Thursday with my mom who needs to sign some documents. Ugh.

Erin came with me. What a blessing. The company is wonderful, and what a trooper. We had a long walk up fifth avenue, stopping at the Lotus Club where my dad and I went to the wonderful dinner the end of January and then to the gallery where he fell.

In my next post I will write about what happened. And then tell the stories of grace.

Peace.