As I attempt to make headway on the next set of tasks on my lists, I am getting nowhere fast. I’ve been making phone calls and sending emails, and no one is responding or I’m being told there is some other step to take before I can move forward.  It feels like I’m standing still or falling behind. Which creates a pressure to move faster. Or make something happen.

In the midst of this, I sense the voice of God in my heart, calling me to something different.

It’s been quite a while since I’ve posted anything. We’re coming up on 3 months since Drew died, and life feels strange. It is unexpectedly different, and surprisingly the same.

I’ve been wanting to write and share this part of the journey, and many of you have asked for updates as well. Also, in his last days, Drew said to me, “Promise me you’ll keep writing.” I said I would, and here I am.