This post has been a long time coming. I can't believe it has been nearly a year since I last wrote here. Too, too long, but life has a habit of getting in the way sometimes. The past year has been a busy one with many changes. In September our middle daughter took her little ones and fled from her abusive husband and went to a safe house. After a few weeks there she and the children came to live with us. It has been a bit of a trial learning to cope with preschoolers again at our age but we are getting used to the noise factor now and they have settled in pretty well. Nothing is resolved for them yet...the divorce will not even go to court until late October...so they are all still in a bit of a limbo, but we just take each day as it comes. The one thing I have learned is that my mother was right when she said, "The good Lord knew what he was doing when he gave children to young mothers." When you are old you don't have the energy, the stamina, or the quickness to chase after them all day no matter how much you love them, but most days they are a delight and we are grateful for every moment spent with them. They are beautiful children who do not deserve the trials that life has thrown them and we pray for their well-being continually.
I would like to write a tirade on abusive men but for now I will keep that to myself as it would benefit no one. Maybe when it is all over and resolved and not such a part of the now I will have a better perspective. We'll see. :-)