So another year come and gone. I'm remembering that last year at this time I was in Spain trying to feel normal. These days I have to try a little less hard to feel normal thankfully. Praise be to God for healing and the passage of time. March will be two years since Bill's passing, so another milestone to reflect on. I'm hoping that 2012 is kind, that I sprout my butterfly wings, and that I find a way to be a joy and help to others who need help along the way, as I have needed not so long ago. Will I fear less and trust more? This is my hope. Will I venture into unknown territory with excitement versus trepidation? This is my hope. Will I find a fulfilling path and purpose for this new life that I find before me? This is my hope. It is true that the future is unknown. It is possible that this year could be another whirlwind, another year of crashing waves, another year of walking in the valley, but I choose to hope for the best. Should another whirlwind come my way all too soon I have, at least, the assurance that God is with me and that with Him I can survive. His strength is perfect. It's strong. It's resilient. It's everlasting - and it's within me, this I know.
