Arrivals

Yes, there is the point where you come off the bridge. I knew that I had arrived at the end of a bridge when I went yesterday to walk and drive along White Rock Lake. I just really felt it. I'm here. I'm home. Peace and calm. I'm still on the bridge of finding a job and a house and getting my husband here. When those things are done a bridge that has spanned about twenty years will be ending. I'm sure there will be a new bridge to get on but for this moment I'm going to celebrate the arrival of myself in a place I never knew I wanted to be in so much til I was away from it living in places I really never wanted to be in.

I'm thankful beyond words that we are going to be locating in a place near this lake and also near the Dallas Arboreteum. Places like this are good for me. Sun and wind and color are livegiving to me and I receive them with gratitude from a Father who prepares good gifts for his children. How I wish I could have understood years ago that there would be these good things waiting at the end of the journey.

I went and visited White Rock Lake yesterday and took some pics. I don't have those pics with me here at the library which is my temporary connection to the outside world or I would post them. Maybe tomorrow.

The morning was cloudy and a little cool and guess what? WINDY! Windy like a crazy Texas spring day. It felt sooo good. Used to irritate me. Nothing like a little distance to make you appreciate such things - then again - maybe if my hair was all fixed I wouldn't have been enjoying it so much. Gotta keep perspective here. So later on the sun came out some and I sat on a stone wall about 5 feet up and just enjoyed the feeling of the sun on my face and the wind blowing over me. It felt very cleansing and I prayed some prayers for our life here and when I thought to get up the Lord asked me why didn't I stay longer so I did. And it was good.