MOVING

We are moving right along on the freeway to White Rock to see dad's doctor.  He has to come home and do a few tests.  Like a lot of sicknesses you have to eliminate what is not the cause first.  I have been worried and anxious about dad's health or awhile to the point I feel annoyed because we have to do something about it.  It is so easy to get into a rut and not take the next step towards the healing process.

Gone are the days when life seemed like an adventure but now we are searching for the hidden message that we can only learn by facing each day with renewed hope and strength.

Moving right along on that sunny day we ended up having supper out with Carol and Kim and Randy and Sandra' after a visit with Haiti and Panteli.

Sandra hands out the parts for the play we are doing on Sunday when Tyler and Aslinn arrive on their trip from Edmonton.  We are so looking forward to seeing them both.  They love Canada and especially the snow.

Aneta tells me a moving story about her dog Lucy.  Aneta's husband died just a year ago  on Nov. 9th.  Lucy refused for weeks to sleep anywhere but at the front door on the cold hard floor for weeks. On the anniversary of his death she is again sleeping at the front door.  We both had tears in our eyes as she told this story.

wet cold day but I am hearing every little sound.

To-morrow we go and report the success or failure with our hearing.

"Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding"\Khalil Gibran

All of life has something to teach us about ourselves and about each other.