Basically everyday starts the same in my world. I head to the couch armed with an ice pack, a shot of Lovenox and a cup of coffee. And I sit in the stillness and listen to the big Grandfather clock in the corner of the living room tick away.

That’s a lot of how I’d sum up my current season. The silence on the blog reflects that. There’s plenty of positive things here, but I wouldn’t be telling the truth to say that this adjustment period has been completely smooth sailing. But we’re getting there.

I remember studying about the doldrums in school. I went to Google to double check my memory: The “doldrums” is a popular nautical term that refers to the belt around the Earth near the equator where sailing ships sometimes get stuck on windless waters.

I don’t know if the ability to nap for hours at a time would count as doldrums- but that’s definitely where I am. Praying that with a new season will come the return of energy.

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Early last month as soon as we could get away from the farm, we took a quick trip south. I didn’t realize how solar powered I must be. The warm air, blue skies, and bright sunshine was a true gift.

We loved having our own little place where we could cook all the fresh veggies that our hearts desired 😂 Fresh greenbeans in February are a treat!

And spending time with friends made it even more worthwhile.

When the adults rented bikes for the week, I knew that was out of the question for me. But when friends offered me a spin on their 3 wheeled battery powered bicycle- I thought I had it made 😂

Pinecraft in February really is a unique experience.

All too soon, duty called and we were returning to the northland. Recharged and ready to face reality.

Especially when reality is this full of stories and the best sprinkle sprinklers in the county 😂 We made cake pops before Aunt Ken realized she needed to watch her sugar 😏 so this is a very sweet memory 😂

My Aunt Ella recently sent me part of Ps 139:

14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

15 My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

16 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

17 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

In the stillness of the clock ticking, I easily overlook the truth in these words. God knew my story before I was born. And He thinks about me more times than the fine grains of sand on the Siesta Key Beach 🤯

²³ Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:

²⁴ And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.

So thankful for a Loving Heavenly Father whose care and provision is constant no matter what.

Kendra