If laughter is good medicine, my heart is full and healthy. For almost a week, Stephanie, Beloved Sistah, visited and I haven’t laughed so much, so loud and so long since well before Dave got sick in 2010! Steph is eight years younger than I and slipped into my heart the first moment I laid eyes on her, cradled in Mom’s arms. When Mom brought her home from the hospital, the very first night, I slipped her from her crib and into my bed and was fully prepared to do my duty as Big Sister. Except for a very few times (that, frankly make me cringe) I’ve done just that. I’d definitely give that woman a kidney and, quite possibly, my liver if she needed either.
Recently, she’s had a few health problems so her husband brought her to Roanoke where I picked her up and brought her to the farm where I expected her to do a bit of R&R. Oh no, she did not! What she did do was pack up the dining room and Dave’s office…massive jobs both as there were four pieces of furniture in the dining room and all filled with dishes and breakables. Some quite ancient, some antique, some only vintage but all extremely fragile. She would work feverishly (the only way the women in my family know how to work) and then, around 4 in the afternoon, we’d sit on the front porch where we’d shred paper. That’s right…we filled eighteen fourteen gallon sized bags full of shredded paper from Dave’s grandfather, his uncle, his mother, his first wife, Dave, a couple of companies…madness! We spent half dozen hours, on three nights, shredding paper that dated from 1932 in preparation for selling Thistle Cove Farm, here. The shredded paper was taken to Dr. Anne’s for use in cat kennels and wasn’t wasted.
At one point, Stephanie turned to me and said, “You’re working me like a convict!” then we both collapsed into laughter. These are halcyon days, even with all the work and made sweeter by Beloved Sistah’s presence. She’s home now, sorely missed but, God willing, the farm will sell so I can move closer to her and the rest of our family. In the meantime, I feel like Abraham; I’m preparing to move even though I don’t know when nor where, exactly but am confident God, in His time, will make things clear. I’m hopeful and prayerful God will move me sooner than He moved Abraham; Abe was 75 when God said, “Go!” and Moses was 80 when he led his people out of Egypt! “Do Lord, O do Lord, O do remember me…“
In past years, God has moved me, several times, and truthfully sometimes I’ve never understood why. Dave has been dead a trifle more than 2.5 years and it’s taken me this long to become emotionally ready to leave this farm. Like I’ve always said, “It takes as long as it takes“; grief cannot be rushed and it cannot be avoided. Grief will have its way and I believe it’s best to walk through that valley of the shadow of death in order to come out the other side, in order to move forward with life.
I’ve been working on Thistle Cove Cottage, the Cherry Grove, North Myrtle Beach, SC rental condo and lots of other people have been enjoying it. (wry smile) This photo shows a portion of the dining and living areas but the table has been turned so the long side is against the wall. That gives much more space for both dining and walking through the area.
The cottage is filled with meaningful things from home, such as this Hoosier cabinet in the full sized kitchen. Little touches like embroidery, baskets and Home Sweet Home plaques fill space.
The master queen bedroom, with private bath, is comfortable and cozy and has balcony access to sit and watch the ocean. I best enjoy early mornings, sitting on the balcony, coffee in hand and having devotions, it’s a sweet start to the day.
The second bedroom, with private bath, has twin beds and wall hangings from Budapest. The condo is deliberately not “beachy” because I wanted people to have a sanctuary, a place where they could feel the balm in Gilead when they returned after a long day on the beach, playing mini-golf, shopping or doing what they enjoy. The condo has a private pool, hot tub and rental rates haven’t changed in two years. If you, or someone you know, would enjoy a beach vacation, please contact me for available dates. Peggy, “connected kin”, is Manager and lives local so there’s someone to call upon if need be.
My life isn’t all that exciting right now…mainly work, work and more work but it’s all good. I’m at a better place, emotionally, since I’ve been since Dave died and God is healing the hurt. I bless your name for remembering me in prayer; if not for your prayers and God’s grace, mercy and love, I would not have made it. If you’ve time, please listen to Do Lord and Balm; both will lift and renew your spirit. God loves you with an everlasting love and underneath are His everlasting arms.
Blessings ~ prayers ~ Thistle Cove Farm ~ Thistle Cove Cottage ~ a balm in Gilead ~ laughter ~ Beloved Sistah ~ God’s timing ~