I can feel it.
Every day a little more.
It will never be the *SAME* because there is someone *MISSING*, but I know the Lord will bring a *NEW NORMAL*
I made the bed because I wanted it to look nice. I vacumned the floor because I wanted to. These are little pieces of normalcy that are a welcome sight to me.
Even my heartache has bits of joy intermixed. Packing up the milk today to send to the adopted baby was oh so hard. I cried quietly as I put it all into bags and sent it on its way, but there was joy in knowing another child would benefit from what was meant for my little one.
I continue to read my Psalms every night and every morning. I continue to put one foot in front of the other. I continue to trust in the Lord. And the Lord blesses over and over again.