Moving On

Thank you all for being so kind to me.

Truth be told, I feel a little silly.

You see, the evening before Georgie died, I was sitting on the back porch with him when a fantastical storm blew through Charlotte.  Around that time, about a mile or so from our old house, there was a young man, the same age as the Tot, driving home. We knew that child years ago. Tot played ball with him. I think he believed, as most 16 year olds do, that he was invincible.  He lost control of the truck, it flipped, and he was thrown out. He died instantly. 

A week or so before that, another young man familiar to us, also sixteen, did the unthinkable and attempted to end his life.  Thankfully, he wasn't successful, but he and his family have a long, difficult, uncertain road ahead of them.  And unless the Lord performs a miracle, his body will never be the same.

My grief is nothing compared to these families.  But it is grief nonetheless.  It's hard to even be in my house right now.  Everywhere I look, I see that crazy cat.  And I feel silly for feeling so blue when these people have been devastated a million times over.

I think I need a project.  A change of scenery.  A fresh coat of paint.  A moving of furniture.  B agreed, so I have two things to hopefully get started on sometime soon -the dining room and an empty spare bedroom.  You may recall that I'm not exactly known for finishing projects in a timely manner.  Or even finishing projects...period.  So keep your fingers crossed.  I'll take pictures when things get rolling.

Then I was over at Christie's blog earlier today and saw this at the bottom of her post:  "Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands..."
- 1 Thessalonians 4:11

I've pretty much got the quiet life and the minding my own business parts down.  So I think today God is telling me to put my hands to work again. 

Here we go.