Five or more years ago I was charmed by this bowl when it appeared in a Mary Englebeit magazine.
Years later at an antique shop I spied one with a price greater than I wished to pay, but yesterday! At a yard sale I found this one for just $2. The only thing I bought all day, but it was enough. More than.
Now, lest your eyes keep bulging at the $2 price tag, here is a major reason for it:
Such a lovely gift from God, one with much thoughtfulness poured into it to cheer me a bit. This weekend was rough, what with the death of my friend, yet still I walk on (limping a bit) and still God is good.
Busy times down on the farm! Our favorite real estate agent will come next week (she's a delight. We've kept in touch these three years.), so in the meantime we declutter and pack stuff no longer meaningful into boxes which we'll have a clean-up company pick up. Sounds easier than making a ton of trips to Salvation Army as we did in 2007 when SA stood just down the street. It's a much longer drive now and with the price of gas(!) and the value of our time, etc., well, this will be a better deal all-around.
And really? My heart has moved on. Already it lives in another place and loves it there. Where? I don't even know, but it's no longer here--I do know that.
Remember how, before we moved from the suburbs I felt twinges of claustrophobia when I'd drive past houses so squeezed together? And how I longed for wide-open country spaces? Well, this weekend as we drove through the countryside I gazed out the car window at everyone's rolling acres of lawns and felt twinges of overwhelmingness. It was all too much, well, work! Way too much to care for.
I knew way past any doubts that this is a major signal.
It is so time for me to move on, to locate the next phase of Tom's and my life together. And perhaps that lovely blue bowl was actually a going-away gift from God, a gift to show me all will be well if we follow Him.
"You must always be true to your own heart or you will never, ever be happy." ... Joyce Meyer