Day Twenty

April 20

I’ll think I’ll brave the next ten days and set my little heart out publicly for a few more days - carrying out my yearly public journaling discipline - thirty days straight.

Because… it’s going to be a roller coaster ride and we’ve already taken the first climb and plunge today.

Suitcases are fun to unpack after weeks of traveling. All those tiny crevices providing ample opportunity to stow things for capitalizing on space.

It also makes for nightmarish unpacking - so everything today just got tossed into two wash baskets to sort through later.

By 9am, Leah and I were on the road after just a minor amount of damage control on the house from the boys being without us for weeks.

First stop, my mom’s. To take inventory and assess what must be accomplished in seven days.

I felt sadness, but also a bit more of a healthier detachment from the intensity of grief and emotions.

Until I got to her closet… and just still couldn’t pack away her clothes. Our dear realtor came and like the amazing woman she has been and continues to be through this journey… she came and packed everything away for me.

I hope I never miss an opportunity to do something like this for another if, for whatever reason, they simply can’t seem to do it themselves.

It’s the way we grow in love and beauty… bearing one another’s burdens. Walking beside another.

The seeds I started prior to our trip have taken off like rockets so the plant room is buzzing in eager anticipation to be released into the wild. A few more weeks…

It never ceases to amaze me how one tiny seed carries such potential.

I pray the seeds I plant in faith today will take root and flourish… no matter how small and insignificant they might appear.

Seeds of mercy.
Seeds of courage.
Seeds of honor.
Seeds of love.

We’re home and plowing through day one after an amazing trip.