Thursday our son came home from Mexico, where he had served a mission for two years for our church. He is handsome and obedient and humble, and all-around a joy. We are complete again, at least for awhile, and it feels dang good to have us all in one place.
What are some spiritual goals I have accomplished, and what do I still want to get done?
What are some physical goals I have met, and what do I still need to do?
And so on, and so on...
I was watching a show last night where a couple had to go into the witness protection. The husband was fine with it, but the wife about lost her mind at the prospect. Starting over, with no opportunity to maintain past relationships. Can you imagine? My friends spent a lot time during this past month building an incredibly strong safety net for me to fall into. Eyes closed and swollen with crying. Arms folded in prayer. Throat seized up with stress. Now I am coming out of the net, but I certainly would not want to leave these people, whether in my physical neighborhood or my virtual one. Ever.
Now we look forward with faith, and we are ready to move ahead. Life is a collection of little circles. Concentric and interlocking.