Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Remembering and rambling...

I spent a little time looking over where we were "at" a year ago.  I'm glad that's gone!  Last summer was one of the most painful things we have ever been through.  Jim said it felt like being a captain of a ship and then, out in the middle of the ocean the crew put us in a little boat with no sail or oars, gave us a little bag of rations that would last about one day and left.  Thankfully, God provided and we have more than survived!  I won't say it's been easy, but thanks to God's faithfulness and the generosity of family and friends, here we are! 

I'm still piecing together what we have learned through all this.  We are still healing.  God remains faithful and just.  He is our solid Rock and refuge.  He is our strength when we are weak.  He is good, all the time. 
So, one year ago, we spent a week up in the mountains but it was a stressful and confusing time. 
One year later... we just got back from a week up in the mountains... we haven't laughed that much together in a LONG time, nor just relaxed as much as we did last week. 

We have about 5 more weeks together as a family before school starts up again and Joseph goes off to college in Ohio.  I'm learning (slowly) to enjoy each day and treasure the moments we have together as a family.  Things are really changing!   We hope and pray for another full time ministry as God leads.  I'm not sure I'm ready for it, but Jim's heartbeat is still for pastoring.  I hope and pray God gives him the desire of his heart.  In His wisdom He will do what is best for us.

1 comment:

Steve said...

Jean,

It is comforting to have a God that is alive and listening. Your analogy about being put in a boat with a day's food reminds me of the Greeks that would put a prisoner in jail with a few days food and water to absolve the State of guilt in the prisoner's death. If the Greek gods thought the prisoner innocent, then somehow the doors would open and the prisoner would be freed. Their gods didn't answer.

Ours does.

Thank you,

Steve