Here I Am Again
The Deja Vu has been strong this week, and I finally connected the dots. Four years ago I was recovering from intense, early grief after Daniel died. I spent a lot of time at home, surrounded by quiet, with my human monkey brain desperately searching for meaning and direction in my life. I knew that nothing would ever be the same again, and it felt so vulnerable. As I continued the search and doggedly held to my faith in the goodness and love of God, He led me to the field of speech-language pathology. I fell in love. It was a wild ride and I am forever changed. Now, I am spending a lot of time at home, in the quiet, knowing nothing will ever be the same again. It still feels scary. But this time I have more skills, resources, experience and people around me to be grateful for. I'm a little less desperate. A little more curious. My world is shifting again and I don’t know what the future will look like. I’m still in the depths of processing my new diagnosis of Lu...