I am struggling with a heaviness of spirit today that threatens our peaceful existence.
Normally spring time is when my spirits are the brightest. I love the freshness in the air, the feel of the energy starting to flow through every living thing. I love to watch the romance blossoming all around me, I love to see the flowers peeking their heads up through the crusty dirt, and I love to feel the adventure in the air.
But once again spring isn’t what I’ve been expecting. It’s disconcerting–I didn’t think this would be something that would ever change. Contrary to popular opinion☺, I seem to be getting older. I can’t quite pick myself up and move on quite like I used to.
Ah, I probably just need to get some sleep and do some more journaling.
It’s my third spring without Dan, Grandma’s first without Pappy. Love is in the air in my household (two adopted girls, one dating, the other engaged). It’s fun to watch and I wouldn’t miss it for anything, but some days it hurts.
While my other half has gone away at least the “Son” in my universe is still there for me to orbit around. I am not without hope and purpose. Feelings are superficial and can be overcome. The reality is that I am loved by the Giver of Love and I am on the Great Adventure of following Him.