As you may have seen in previous blog posts, my husband and I decided to sell our house and move at the beginning of September. It’s now January and we no longer have a house being built for us and have had multiple disappointments. We were particularly hit hard by this over the past week. To say I’m devastated, can’t begin to paint the picture.
At the same time, I’m helping my family clean out my grandparents house (my last grandparent passed away before Christmas). Add on being in lock down for the virus and you have me close to the lowest I’ve ever been. I know I cannot be the only one, so I thought I’d share a poem I found in my Grandma’s books. I’m hoping it may help you as it has helped me. Love to you all.