Resilience.

I had a belated lunch birthday not too long ago with my co-workers at a nearby café where we work. We don’t often lunch together but when we do it can be crazy, you know the good ole’ women vibe all speaking at once kind-of-deal.

I remember sharing with them that in the coming months of the spring of 2019, my husband along with Vilany and her husband and another couple are Northwest Pacific bound. “We are on another hiking trip” Like they usually do, they roast me for my adventurous trips. “It’s going to be so cold in the spring there, brr.. snow! And how are you suppose to hike? It’s too cold. I suppose if you can survive death valley in August, you can do anything.” Then they stopped.

That was when it dawned on me. God you sprout beautiful crocuses in the winter snow, and it blossoms beautifully. Why not me? I am determined to make this happen. Tulips bloom in March in the state of Washington. Crocus can happen anywhere in Minnesota. God is indeed God all over. I can do all things in Christ who strengthen me, right?

Shortly after the joke was over, I realized that resilience is here. My life has bounced back after the loss of my mother. The weather is closing up on the Midwest fall and the winter snow has made it’s way–to a full circle. My mother used to tease me last year that if she can pull through another Minnesota winter, she will survive it. After her passing, I wasn’t sure if she knew was dying or if she was pulling my leg and see if I knew yet, of another proverbs of hers.

It’s been a long feel to how a normal eight months in-a-year feels, but the Lord has been good. Resilience is here to stay, I promise. We surpassed another lonely holiday without mom. It was hard to say our Thanksgiving grace this year without tears, and seeing an empty seat at the table but upon that, there were many, many blessings that hadn’t been forgotten about. The love of family was still upon us, and my dad.. he hasn’t left home yet.