It's hard to overstate how grateful I feel for the love, encouragement, support, assistance, meals, time, and understanding we've been offered and had delivered across our doorstep, even over my protests, by dear friends near and far. Love, it just flows, inexplicably and unabated. I'm in awe (and avoiding saying "indebted," believing that the tide of generosity will flow outward from us soon, in the natural ebb and flow of human need in our village).
This year has been about choices, surprises, inevitabilities, loss, strength, vulnerability, risk, and pulling together. It's been mostly about family.
I'm in one of the toughest struggles I've taken on, and it's humbling to admit that amidst tragedies and disasters, it's an internal postpartum crisis of confidence that's brought me to my knees. I'm trying to be patient and have faith that I'll emerge a recognizable version of myself.
In this time of Thanksgiving I have tremendous gratitude for all the blessings of this year, and for the hope I'm assured is peeking just over the horizon.
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