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Day: January 14, 2020

Home for the New Year Chapter Four

By Merri Maywether on January 14, 2020 • ( 2 Comments )

In this section of the story, Dirk proves to Liz that she can’t stay mad at him.

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See that little shack in the middle of the picture. In a book I wrote for my kids (the ones at school), it is the entrance to a labyrinth that takes them on an interesting journey. I have tried and failed for years to get close enough to take a picture of the little dwelling. There is no place to stop, so it’s always been a drive, by snap blindly, and hope for the best scenario. Usually I accomplish taking pictures of the mirror, the seat, or the dashboard. Today I kinda sorta caught it. Five years after that first draft was shared, I’m working on polishing the book to share with the greater good. Perhaps today’s capture is a sign that we’re getting closer to writing a story that people will be able to see.

Seven years ago I read an article in Family Circle. It was about a group of friends who lived on the same block. They’d have a pot luck at each other’s houses. I wanted friends that were close enough in proximity to say, “Let’s get together. I can bring ...” I thought it was a dream that would go unfulfilled. At that time, I only talked to a couple of our neighbors, and their schedules didn’t jive with ours. Now here’s the funny thing: our pastor at the time said, more than once, if a dream sticks with you for more than five years, it’s meant to come true. Well, this morning when I was on my way to get gas for a trip to Cut Bank, I saw my friends. The steering wheel spun, I parked the car and got out to say hi. I was happy to see them. (On a different note don’t do this in a larger town. People will look at you like you’re crazy. I know from experience.) We got to talking. An hour later we were texting and dinner was planned. There are two themes to this story. First, my small dream didn’t mean much to anybody, but me. Yet, life saw it was beautiful enough to fulfill. I love that. Second, fear is a liar. I remember being afraid of being lonely when we moved to small town, Montana. Like so afraid I made myself sick and met the insurance deductible by May. That has been the furthest thing from the truth.

Look at you beautiful ☀️ sun, sharing all your glory.

It’s a drive the rural roads and throw and appreciative wave a the Rocky Mountains kind of day.

Boom! The groceries are organized AND I won’t have ten kajillion plastic bags in the pantry. A Pinterest win.

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