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Starting Over

Does anybody like starting over?

Sometimes it's good to get a fresh start, 
turnover a new leaf, 
start fresh, 
begin again, 
get a new lease on life.

Those are good start-overs, 
the kinds we choose for ourselves. 

I've started over because I chose to.
I've started over because I had to. 
I've started over when it was not my choice to do so.

Since I lost my old blog and had to start over, 
I've not enjoyed blogging. 
I have managed to find and keep a few of you, 
but I'm having trouble reconnecting with many. 

This is the kind of start-over that I don't like.
It's gonna take time to rebuild what has been lost.

Some relationships are like that.
Others require little effort and stand the test of time.

After my parent's death,
I was sad.
I was angry.
I was hurt.
I was in a really bad place.

And I hurt others.
I'm not proud of that.
I created distance from the people I needed the most.

And I hurt those closest to me.

I'm thankful that God is a redeeming God
and He likes to make all things new.
He is in the starting-over business,
reconciling all things.

This Christmas was the best Christmas
because my family was together.


David, Me, Vickie (my sister-in-law), Bruce (my brother),
Beverli (my sister), and Floyd (my brother-in-law)

This was the first Christmas we have all been together in 6 years.


Our parent's grandchildren were all there except for one.
Sam and Sarah
(the youngest ones on the left and right belong to Beverli and Floyd)
Jennifer
(the pretty brunette belongs to Bruce and Vickie
and her handsome boys in the picture below.
I can't believe they grew up while we were away.)
Of course, you know the two blondes in the middle are ours.


And all their GREAT GRANDS except for one.

I can't begin to tell you how happy this makes me.
We laughed, we remembered, we played games,
we ate, of course, and we ate.

God is good and I'm glad that starting over
sometimes means we pick up where we left off.









Comments

  1. Happy to meet you. Stopping by from Theresa's (Ganky). Please stop by and visit Buttercupland. Always glad for new friends.

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  2. BON BON!!!!!!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN??????? BEEN MISSING YOU!!! (sorry for shouting, I am just so happy to see you!!!)

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  3. I know you will cherish these pictures of you all together. Great family time! Enjoy your day dear friend, HUGS!

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  4. Lovely photos! It's hard with blogging after you've been out for awhile. I really cut back a few years ago for knee replacement surgery that took me quite awhile to recover from...and I really noticed how hard it is to get back in the groove, too!

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  5. I enjoyed your post, sharing your true feelings. Losing parents is really hard. Your family pictures are really nice. There is something special when you connect with your siblings. I have been blogging for 18 years. I have a website but am now on Blogger. Enjoy your week!

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  6. God IS a redeeming God. I'm so thankful for grace and forgiveness too =)
    Love the family pictures, what a treasure!
    AND, so glad you are blogging again, my friend!!

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