I have been staring at the white board of assignments – and see the need to write up a few reviews – the kind where you get to win a copy of what our family got to enjoy? I have a couple of writing assignments for The Old Schoolhouse Magazine as well – I’m really excited to branch out and take up some of their writing challenges not related to reviews. I’m working my way through emails, mail, bills, school, laundry, dishes, and meals. I feel like I’m hitting the reset button – trying to get everything back to my brand of Normal.

I thought I’d take a moment to just chat with my faithful virtual friends. Let you in on what has been going on these past couple of weeks. It’s hard for my typing fingers to jump right into what we did in Art and Music today, without also hitting the Reset Button here on my blog.

September felt like it rolled over us like a freight train.  Hubby has been out of work for several weeks with a lung infection that is not healing well. Work has great health benefits, so we are not loosing income, but starting out a new school year with a bed rest order on the dad, throws a wrench in the schedule at times.

Our car lost it’s transmission, after we spent our yearly budget on other repairs.  A friend took it to the wrecking yard for metal prices, and we were blessed with a little extra that helped with some of the medical bills.

Another friend loaned us a car that they thought would work, but it had the same transmission trouble as the Explorer, and we sold it for them, and they gave us part of the monies as well – which I promptly spent on a new Lumix Camera.  Oh Ya.

My almost 101 year old Grandmother passed away, at peace with Jesus as her savior, but oh the stress and mourning with any passing and the attending of the final services.

I wrote out some thoughts on Sunday – that may or may not make sense depending on how much you chat with me in real life, but I feel the need to take them from pen to keyboard –

Lost a week.

A car broken, which filled a need.

Friendships strained as two broken women meet empty – death steals the lives of those left behind when as we mourn.

Medical help came when needed, provision from sources we could not have planned for.

Able to bless a family’s son on bedrest, we have understanding, the loneliness and boredom of being restrained to a couch.

Abundant beauty, the change of seasons, fall, in the high desert, over mountains, times of gathering frogs draws my thoughts to the metamorphosis of so many areas of my life.

Of medicine provided by an outside source.

Of a car given to help, yet sold and blessed three families involved.

So much time this week, spent in exercise on the lake – the need to move, to work out the anxiety in my muscles, time spent blessed with my friends as we sweat in our wet suits.

And I am drawn to think – imagine – is it a vision? Was the image given to me as a peek?

Of two women, so very different in this life. One of city, one of country, of Golden Anniversaries, and of second marriages. Of style and simplicity, of purchased culture and farmhouse hardiness, A lines and crocked lines, linens and polyester. Classical modern music and hymns,  – yet now they both kneel, side by side, at his feet. Equal, girls with their new bodies and laughter and hugs, in this world, their bodies lay mere feet from each other at the side of their spouses. Now, sentinels, kneeling for generations to come, until His return. I look to them. The different and the same. And see where all of our actions will lead us to – and what end – kneeling before the throne together. The great equalizer.

We have had some amazing learning time this week – Spritually, Family, and Academically. We have been pulled to the end of our rope once again.  So – with this post – I hit the re-set button on my thoughts, move forward to sharing, my life – and our learning with you my faithful friends. I am so thankful to you for your thoughts, prayers, texts, messages, tweets, forum comments and FB comments this week. Each one at a time when I really needed it.  Thank you.