I now understand how when something horrible happens, people tend to forget everything else around them still exists. I am working to get myself out of the tunnel vision stage of grief. I'm not mourning the death of a person, but mourning the death of a lifestyle, the death of my solid family unit. I'm not going to sit here and lie to myself by saying that things are all going to be ok, because that won't help at all. Adam and I are learning that things will never be the same as they were. Ever. I mourn that. Then I feel guilty for mourning that, as if I don't trust God or something. Think what you may- God knows my heart and where I am with all of this stuff. I have accepted that it was time to say goodbye to Henle House, and God has released my heart from it. God has also released my heart from clinging to this house. I pictured Adam and I growing old together here, and now I see a very different picture as we are exploring more realistic opportunities in Eastern Washington. We are both looking forward to our adventure.
Thank you for those who continue to pray for us! We are definitely leaning on God right now, and I am so thankful to have my husband by my side. I think I've been living in a fog/limbo.