Changes in Time

Today, I did a little “spring-cleaning.” You know, going through my closet and finding things I didn’t remember having. Granted, moving last year was very quick, and I still have a few details to go through. I’ll be honest, I feel like I need a week's retreat after the cleaning.

How on earth did I manage the move last year? It’s all a bit of a blur, yet I recall it like it was yesterday. Yet still, I feel at home here, as if I belong. Weird how time works.

Friends would ask how I was doing. The move was something I had to do. Most of my packing I did alone in order to go through personal things. I won’t lie. The loss of John and then the loss of who I had been was overwhelming.

Everyone would tell me how strong I was. I don’t remember. I got up every morning, did what I had to do, and passed out every night. It was like this for a better part of the year following John’s passing.

Strength? I can tell you my strength was coming from someone much stronger. God had his hands full with me and always picked me up when I would fall. And of course, John was holding my hand the whole time.

He still is.