Ponderings

We recently purchased a home in Cary, NC. It's an older home, built with strong timbers. There have been a few minor issues that needed addressed, so we began the process of a partial up-date. It seems there have been way too many service providers coming and going. But it's what's needed, in order to make this truly our home. We're almost done...

I'm so grateful for the cooler temps this August has provided. We were in our new/old home for only two weeks, when the AC decided it had pushed all it was going to. I admit, I have asked quite a bit from it's already long life. The up side to this tragic event, is that the previous owner had taken out a warranty insurance policy for us. It was part of the purchase deal. I suspect the roof will be next in line...

Laying in our bed last evening, with the inside temperature of 80 plus (even with ceiling fans swirling throughout the house), I was grateful for the comfort a home provides. Every day gets better for us, as we walk out the leg of this journey we are on. Uprooted from our comfortable place of 39 years, God has given us the adventure of a lifetime. New opportunities, bring new challenges...right? We must be up for it, else God would not have directed it to be. I'm so in awe of the mercies of our God, as we evaluate the place our feet is going to land, on any given day. The world has stopped spinning now, and it only wobbles, from time to time, as we look out our windows and see what He's provided.

Early this morning, as I checked in with Facebook, I once again looked upon a face of beauty. My husbands sweet Aunt was escorted by angels, to the Father of all life, on August 21, 2013 (his 61st birthday). It's a day we'll never forget, even though neither of us was able to be there. We've read (through Facebook), and we've heard (through cell phones), the events of that day. The tributes were nothing short of amazing. Aunt Dorothy was surely loved. It's true that smiles attract more people to your presence than frowns do...and she had plenty to give away. I don't recall ever being in a room where she was, and not see that beautiful smile. I'm sure she's had her fair share of rocks to kick out of the road, of mountains to climb, of injustice to walk upon. I have seen her upset by wrong doing, puckering those sweet lips in an attempt to look mad, yet her final declaration was a smile.

As I pondered all this, I wondered what sort of legacy I would leave behind. What would people remember me by. I'm concerned they don't see enough smiles. Concerned that I'm a bit too bossy, too mothering (as my husband calls it). I do believe we can become caught up in the issues of life and become so serious, that we forget to smile. To stop and see what is right in front of our eyes; the absolute beauty of this earth and the people in it. We tend to try and control our surrounds a bit too much, as we purpose to make things perfect in our little world, being of a serious mindset. Before we know it the day has become night...and we didn't take the time to smile.

Thank you, Aunt Dorothy, for staying the course. You've fought the good fight, you've finished the course. Well done, good and faithful servant! Enter into your rest. We'll see you soon!

Until that day comes, here you will find me...in Mary's World.