If you have been following my blog every day, you may read between the lines that I am a bit lost in this paradise where I now find myself. How did I get lost? Well, you might know that already. It happened when my stick home with my son Dave vanished. Now, I am somewhat drifting, searching for a new compass.
Experience has taught me to depend on my unknown future to bear beautiful fruit. Doing so, is a sign of my faith. I believe that if I keep my faith while drifting, if I never give up searching, something will come along to show me the way.
It comes to me that being lost like this may be part of my grieving process. Certainly I was not lost before September 20, 2010. That fateful day when Dave died. So, please have patience with me when I share these deep thoughts with you.
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