In two short weeks our family will be moving across the country. I am hopeful like a schoolgirl awaiting a new year. Every day possible, I gaze deeply at the rippled lake and the canopy of woods over the path near my childhood home. There will be few trees and little water in the arid climate where we are headed. I hang my sheets and linens out to dry for that familiar, fresh smell that is the epitome of happy coziness. Is it ubiquitous–available on backyard clotheslines everywhere–or will there be a new, western variety?
As moms we face many transitions. May we be brave and hopeful, trusting God, as spoken of so beautifully in this poem by Danusha Laméris: