Hiking in the Pyrenees with Don last May, the terrain on one side sloped away steeply to the stream at the bottom. We realised it was beautiful there, but we couldn't look as we had to keep alert to the path to avoid an accident.
Alert to the path to avoid an accident. It is hard to keep a focus on the promises of a bright future in God while navigating some of the challenging points of the path through life. Just at a time when keeping focus on Jesus is critical, we feel insecure about taking steps forward unless we are really focused in on the path. It's a dilemma, and a challenge.
Choices to make for my Mom, on a path she would never have chosen, one she often said she didn't want to be on in the future. Memory loss is heartbreaking. It erases confidence and personality as the sufferer struggles to grip on to who she is.
We are more than our memory. When her spirit is released from the grip of a deteriorating body and mind, she will be restored to who she was and much more.
Meanwhile, I need to take these next steps with focus on the horizon, trusting the Lord will keep my feet on the path. The darkest hour is just before dawn. And that Dawn is going to be breathtaking.
A California girl from a hot beach city marries a country loon from the cold northeast of Scotland, and she's spent the last three decades making sense out of life there. Reflections on a rural lifestyle, on identity issues and the challenges of moving so far from home,from a Christian viewpoint.
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