pixie

I'm sitting in the wee hours with the tree aglow and candles lit.  I went ahead and made a pot of coffee since several hours of knitting haven't put me back to bed.  My mind is full of family.. my big kids over the mountain who are busily living and loving and maturing and giving, my girls who are tucked up in Erin's room (Audrey on the trundle because they just haven't had enough of each other at the end of the day) and my hard working husband who still has a few hours to rest his tired body before conquering another day. Last week is over.. it was a hard one, one of those that I was sure would send me over the precipice as I wisely dropped to my knees.  Once there.. I found clarity and comfort which lasted until I crawled back for another look-sy over the edge.  Why do I do that?  It's often back and forth like that, one minute on the verge of panic, the next flooded with peace and joy.. back and forth until I finally trust that I can stay put in the arms of the One who is orchestrating this life of mine.  All is well.  It really is... 

* The title is so I can later recall what I was referring to in this post.  It involved dog-sitting, dog losing, and dog finding... after a week missing.  It involved exhaustion, emotion, restoration.. and growth.

**  I guess from some comments that I had better clarify.  We were the sitters/losers..  It wasn't our dog.  :{

Blessings, Debbie