Yesterday was rough.

I don't like that day. As I tried to navigate my emotions one word kept coming into my mind.


We're always standing in the threshold.

"Threshold: a level or point at which something would happen, would cease to happen, or would take effect, become true..."

When I got married, said I do, I stood on the threshold. When Landon was born, so much uncertainty and pain. I was on the threshold.

Even now as my big boy navigates kindergarten, and tries to adjust to "so much learning time". Even though my heart breaks I am standing on the threshold.

Last night, September 11th, thinking of all those lives lost. The terror they felt. The panic. Some of them hanging out the windows to catch their breath. The were standing on the threshold too. Not knowing if they would survive. Not knowing what would "become true". 

Now I realize God is on the threshold. 

He was there when I got married, making me feel calm and wonderful about my decision to marry the Mr.

He was there as Landon's life lay in the balance, making sure he was comforted.

He is there as Landon transitions from preschool to kindergarten.

And he was there as my friend Pete struggled to get home to his two children. He was there at the funeral when I saw my friend, now a widow with two kids, and comforted her. He was there when she re married. And he was there at the birth of her new baby daughter.

God is on the threshold.

And I for one, feel relieved.


3 Peanuts said...

This is so beautiful... and it is so true. And I needed it....THANK you!!!

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Beth Dunn said...

That is so beautiful. What an amazing writer you are. Sorry for your loss

Kathleen said...

WOW! No other comment will do...

Warmly, Kathleen

Olivia: (mostly) Happy Homemaker said...

You are exactly right...

Preppy Coastee said...

Awww. This made me cry, I needed this. Thank you.