You're already home where you feel love

 Homemade deliciousness by Libby at our goodbye party last weekend. We are loved.

If The Head and the Heart are right by saying "you're already home where you feel love" then we have never been homeless. All our lives, Davis and I have been so blessed to be loved so well by so many.  So blessed to share in life with many amazing people. We know the God who has provided so infinitely more than we can imagine, will continue to be with us and love us in Salt Lake City. Change is hard. Leaving and losing loved ones surely is hard. One day we will go to our final home with Him and all will be made right. No more goodbyes. We are so thankful for this truth.

Goodbye! Took this at the end in a hurry, one of the last folks to leave.

Sunday we said goodbye to our church family at Grace. Church for us is our main community. We made most of our friends here, our Colorado Family. We have a common love and purpose. It's beautiful. So beautiful. People try to foster this depth of community by other or similar means but really are missing the underlying glorious truth. This is a super fascinating write up about an Atheistic Church in England: My Sunday at an Atheistic Church by some other blogger, trying to foster community. (I borrowed this from a friend, who borrowed it from a friend and so on....)

Anyways,  I am trying so hard to not cry at all of these goodbyes. I am so good at crying when people say nice things, try to be comforting, and/or cry around me. Crying feels so vulnerable. I don't like feeling vulnerable plus I feel like I've lost control of myself. Eww. I try to avoid it. It's pretty challenging for me. For instance, once in PE I got hit in the head with a volleyball and turned into bucket-o-tears simply because someone asked me if I was okay. Definitely out of place for a girl who played basketball and has multiple siblings.  BUT, I made it through church and everything with just wet eyes. WINNING.

Not winning. This will prove terrible, I will explode sooner or later at the most inopportune time. I told this to the ladies at last small group last night. Woke up this morning to a very encouraging email from Lois. She sweetly reminded me to process and not to stuff it away. Also, to keep tissues nearby as we drive away Friday morning so my sleeve will not be a snotty damp mess. My plan was to totally ignore my emotions best I can manage. Instead, I need to process life. It's okay to have and experience sadness. I just can't ignore uncomfortable emotions and hope they go away. All of life is an on going process of processing. I am thankful to have true hope as frame of reference with which to process. Writing this helps me process. So, thank you.


Let's discuss something lighter now that doesn't need processing (had to throw another process in there, I think I've used my lifetime quota today).

 Really?Really? (lame screenshot apologies)

At 11 am today, I walked Ingrid in half pants (knee length yoga pants) and a tank top. Ingrid jumped in the ponds again. It was about 65 degrees at some point. Beautiful and warm. Now? It's snowing. We are supposed to get an April blizzard. What the what!? Colorado weather is bananas.

In conclusion, a couple goodies from Fort Collins.

Secure your kegs. 

Precious but bad taste.

Sweet dreams.

ps. no davis to proofread tonight...