A year ago this weekend I left my foreclosed home in Woodland Park, Co, and moved to this small town east of Boulder, Lafayette. So, in honor of this year being over – a year entrenched in pain, but ending in healing, here’s a song … “Jesus Dropped Me in the Deep End.” I think the title is explanation enough eh?
I would, however, like to dedicate this song to some of my dear friends. Last month I visited the standing stones in Arran, Scotland, and yesterday I commented to my husband Kris that those Standing Stones remind me of the women in my life. The reason is this: the standing stones have stood for hundreds of years, through violent winds and pelting rains, because the part of the rock you can see is only half of its length. They are buried as deep in the soil, as they are tall reaching toward the sky. As much as you can see of the rock, an equal length of it is buried beneath the ground holding her steadfast through every, and any kind of weather.
The past few years 2 of my best friends have lost their husbands to untimely deaths – 2 have lost theirs to adultery and separation. While other amazing wimen in my life have dealt with losing their homes, their source of income, almost their sanity! I’ve watched them live through the deepest sadness, and not just survive, but keep loving their kids, keep doing the laundry, keep everyone loved and clothed and fed. They rely on God in their most challenging weaknesses, and in that they have amazing strength – well done ladies, you have my unending and undying respect and love.
Here’s my song commemorating this year of pain, in which I have also found amazing grace and healing – thank the Maker. Phew.