Friends, it seems like only yesterday I was picking vegetables and mixing the brine for Dilly Beans; seems like I have only blinked twice since Mercer University Press launched Farming, Friends, and Fried Bologna Sandwiches into this great big world. Time, as they say, truly is only a blink, a breath, a moment. This has been a year of loss, the murder of a dear friend, the death of my mother and then on small business Saturday, while enroute to three events. . . BAM! I was in a car accident.
Needless to say, I missed all three events. I am still healing, and am thankful for your prayers.
Despite my happy posts on the social media avenue I call “Fakebook,” as the holiday’s approach I feel grief breathing down my neck. My motto, “keep putting one foot in front of the other,” will not sustain me indefinitely and despite my best attempts to press on past the grief, I know that the only way to move forward is to let the process work. Grief must work. Never fear, I will not allow a spirit of grief to overtake me, but I do sincerely ask for your prayers as the holidays approach.
Life hands us our own set of challenges doesn’t it? Each day it seems that more of us are struggling, scratching, clawing just to have a little joy in our lives. My prayer is that you have a safe and blessed Holiday season and that you will always feel loved.
But life does move forward; seasons come and go. Time heals. So with that I want to introduce you to two new authors I have discovered.