For the past week since I last blogged, we have been blessed by their company. Our eight combined children are perfectly staggered at ages 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and <1 and played together fantastically, bringing endless delight to their mamas and making beautiful memories.
|Shabbat morning breakfast for 11!|
|At the zoo!|
Now that they’ve gone, I’m faced with the reality that my life in Washington has come to a close, and it’s time to move on. Despite my sadness, it’s time to allow myself to get plugged in here, to build relationships, find a doctor, and get an Idaho drivers license!
But at the same time as realizing all of this, I’m also realizing that the relationships I have don’t have to end. I know, this sounds ridiculous, but I think there’s a part of me that has really feared letting go of my life in Washington because I was afraid of what might happen to those relationships I cherish. Would they remember me after I left? Would they slowly fade away? When it comes down to it, though, I am thankful for the relationships I have built, and have I to trust that they are strong enough to withstand the distance.
So now, I am working on letting go while hanging on. Letting go of the temporal while hanging onto the eternal. And leaning on my Father’s arms through it all.