Orange glow and apple crisp,
Leaves drop down like flies.
Sweet love and nature’s kiss
for the winter’s long goodbye.
Wind and mist sing and mourn,
counting down the days
‘Til cold and quiet bid
the world to sleep, to hide, to fade.
*I began writing this last month, but have been stalling finishing, because vulnerability is scary and it's sacred. I don't write this lightly, but I write it in hopes that somewhere someone else needs to hear what I have to say. Three years ago, my father died. It was January 4, 2011. On January 6, 2011, I called my husband and said, "Congratulations, we have a 400 lb.. 12 year old. He's a mess, but he's ours." And I smiled. And I cried. Because as those words came out of my mouth, the reality set in: our lives would never be the same. I was scared to death. I was having second thoughts. I was anxious about how we would actually do this. And then a peace settled back into me as God reminded me that no matter what happened next, this was the right thing to do and He was with us every step of the way. And He has been. But that doesn't mean it's been pleasant... or pretty... or calm... or happy. It's been a very...
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