Yet.

Phew!  It's been over a week since I have written in this little blog.  You know, it's funny because I really do feel like my writings in here are coming to a close, yet I still feel God leading me to share for a little while longer.  Not quite sure how to gauge "an end", but know that I so appreciate your support, and the time you have spent reading my thoughts & my struggles & my joys in this place.  What a place of redemption and wonder it has been for me.  God is incredibly good.

Lots and lots has changed since I last wrote: I'm walking with one boot (old news) BUT I'm down to one crutch!  And, as of this Tuesday I will be 100% weight bearing on both feet!  Ahhhhhhhhh!  I will have to wear my oh-so-fashionable boot for another month or so, but so what.  It's hawt.  (Seriously.  My feet reek.)  And I'm pretty sure it could be considered a weapon.  No more silver stick-thingys!  I can't even believe it!  Things are happening so fast!  Sometimes I feel like I need a pause button, but that's not real.  So.  I'm working hard (and resting hard) to try to soak up the moments as they come.  I'm trying to feel as my feelings come, even when they bring tears.  Of joy and sadness. 

Man.  I just so wish that you and I could sit down for a cup of coffee, and talk about what's been happening in your life, and what's been happening in mine.  I mean, there are just so many emotions pulsing through my body, I can't even begin to explain them all.  There are so many things swirling around in my head, and so many things that I am excited about.  It would seriously take me hours to describe everything to you.

This morning in church, I was deeply impacted by Lamentations 3:22-24, but I've put the verse into a little bit of context.  If you have four minutes, pleasepleaseplease go and read Lamentations 3.  Here, I'll make it super-easy:  http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Lamentations+3&version=NIV

See?  Four minutes, right?  It's a good one, isn't it?

For those of you who never do what stupid writers tell you to do in their ramblings (ahem...I skip almost every suggestion and question there is...ahem)... here's a summary:

So I say, “My splendor is gone
   and all that I had hoped from the LORD.”  I remember my affliction and my wandering,
   the bitterness and the gall. 
I well remember them,
   and my soul is downcast within me...

Yet this I call to mind
   and therefore I have hope:
 Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed,
   for his compassions never fail. 
They are new every morning;
   great is your faithfulness. 
I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion;
   therefore I will wait for him.”

I absolutely love it.  We truly do have to call the Lord's great love and compassion to mind.  Every day.  And it is there, and only there, that we really do find hope.  I have to say that it is quite tempting to allow my predictions and my shortcomings to loom overhead.  When I think about not being about to run in the grass with my sweet housemate, HJ, this summer, I seriously start sobbing.  Every time.  I start thinking about all the things I won't be able to do that I was able to do before, and all of the things that will be different and feel different.  It is so tempting for me to peer out over the cliff of the future and to step back and gasp.  But I am trying to continue to call this to mind:  God's faithfulness is new every. single. morning.  Great is his faithfulness.  Like, great in the sense of "huge, big, wonderful" and great in the sense of, "Oh my gosh!  That is so awesome!  Holy cow!  Man!"

He is worth the wait.  Even when it seems like it is going to be really really really long time before things return to "normal".  (And, by the way?  There is no normal...)