Small flocks of yellow finches swarm the fields bearing yellow flowers in the cool spring morning. Passing storms swept in more humid, but cooler overcast skies. The day looks moist in these early hours, but we never know what the day may bring. Moving household goods across the street can be taxing, but moving them with two infants more than seven hundred miles is a daunting task. My son’s household belongings are now securely crammed into his family’s new abode, but all is far from settled. The evening of their arrival afforded a much needed reprieve from the bustle and tedious events and distractions of the packing and journey that was preparation for new adventures in a new part of the country for them. Gratitude has been the pillow upon which we have all laid our heads the last few days and thankful hearts beat to the rhythm that has been wrought as a new chapter in their lives unfolds. Patience, perseverance, and persistence are proving to be valued assets as they place their faith in the One who provides. Tremors, stiffness, aches and pains act as impediments to this possessor of Parkinson’s who nevertheless heaps a healthy helping of gratitude beside the gate of new beginnings.
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