And just like that, you begin again.
The sun has risen and set without fail.
Every 24 hours have brought us closer to a new beginning and yet the familiar.
Today as the sun rose it beckoned us home, to the gentle breeze that is ever present on our front porch. The sun began to point the way to the trees that are caught in between winter and the slow arrival of spring. The sun whispered a new beginning and returning to a place where people know your name, embrace you in a deep river of love and stand with you when the darkness slowly encroaches upon you.
In the hours that lay before us, we will pack the car (if you think see the Beverly Hillbillies on the interstate just shake your head and laugh because it's the Diamond's trying to squeeze everything from bedding to luggage to backpacks into a very small Prius), walk the halls of McCallum Place one last time and begin our journey home to our mountain.
We step into the days ahead with trepidation, courage and a strong confidence that no matter what the days hold that we are surrounded by a circle of love that swaddles you like a baby provide security and yet spreads wide enough to let you be who you're called to be.
Just like that 8 weeks have passed.
A month of uncertainty and life-altering decisions has come and gone.
A week of grief has given way to peace and joy.
Days have turned into one last 6 hour time of connection and encouragement.
The 6 hours are already counting down and they will lead us into the 8-hour journey home.
The sun has risen and a new day has dawned.
We step onto a new stepping stone of our journey to begin again.
The sun has risen and set without fail.
Every 24 hours have brought us closer to a new beginning and yet the familiar.
Today as the sun rose it beckoned us home, to the gentle breeze that is ever present on our front porch. The sun began to point the way to the trees that are caught in between winter and the slow arrival of spring. The sun whispered a new beginning and returning to a place where people know your name, embrace you in a deep river of love and stand with you when the darkness slowly encroaches upon you.
In the hours that lay before us, we will pack the car (if you think see the Beverly Hillbillies on the interstate just shake your head and laugh because it's the Diamond's trying to squeeze everything from bedding to luggage to backpacks into a very small Prius), walk the halls of McCallum Place one last time and begin our journey home to our mountain.
We step into the days ahead with trepidation, courage and a strong confidence that no matter what the days hold that we are surrounded by a circle of love that swaddles you like a baby provide security and yet spreads wide enough to let you be who you're called to be.
Just like that 8 weeks have passed.
A month of uncertainty and life-altering decisions has come and gone.
A week of grief has given way to peace and joy.
Days have turned into one last 6 hour time of connection and encouragement.
The 6 hours are already counting down and they will lead us into the 8-hour journey home.
The sun has risen and a new day has dawned.
We step onto a new stepping stone of our journey to begin again.
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