Just Need A Helping Hand Sometimes

                I got to go outside today and do some yard work, didn't feel one hundred percent but I made it..Yea!   I got to plant my Japanese Lilac Bush   My daughter got her schedule for her next meet against Hyatts and she is on her usual line-up, High Jump, 200 Meter and 4x100 Relay.
                I think its sorta cute because her coach's grandson comes out with him to run with the girls.  I guess he figures he's their extra helping hand in coaching the team.  My daughter told me that he runs with them as they are practicing.  Sometimes his grandma drops him off.
               What a journey it has been since last April, when my daughter started her battle with Anorexia and depression.  I keep thinking about everyone who has supported us through constant persistence just getting her to eat, advice and prayer.  I got to say keeping my courage up through it all has been a challenge.  I thought I could never have again after the death of my husband.  It was in this time period that Schizz and his family were going through some trials of their own.  A year ago began somewhat of a heart-wrenching journey .     A presence somewhat maybe was there during all the tears for all of us that we may not have realized.  We leaned on each other though never knowing it because here we are now.  The road lead us back together.  
                 I know if ever I were to ask for someone to lift me up out of my own sorrow, all I would have to see is a hand of that special man in Amesbury, or maybe just lending his shoulder to cry on, or a gentle nudge to keep me going.  It through the times of doubts that get me in the most trouble, Just feel sowed up inside with not an ounce of strength.
                 I am not a stranger to long distance running, well not like what my daughter does, but I have loved to write to those I love.  When I first met my late husband, he was serving in Iraq.  All I knew of him was what my aunt and her daughter-in-law told me.  So we wrote back and forth..I admit I wrote him more.
                 Schizz, with you, I got to know you through my family first then through your gentle kindness.  You let me write to you even though I could over do it with the letters.  I wouldn't be truthful if I said I didn't miss you when you went home to care for you wonderful parents but I knew why.  I too am close to my family ..why wouldn't I understand?  I am still writing you and that's a miracle too.  If someone would have told me I would be writing on Blogger to connect with a man who captured my heart...I would have never believed it.   Simply put, God knows what He's doing.
             I would have messed it up for sure..I can stubborn and big on procrastination...I still need that gentle nudge to motivate me...well..I Just need a helping hand sometimes to hold me up into your arms. Even if the hug is a cyber-hug.   Were you are is were I want to be!