more firsts

I went to the doctor today. First physical since Ron died. Another first. 

I’m down 25 pounds. My doctor actually told me not to lose any more weight. That was a different kind of first. 

I really like what I do. I have amazingly fantastic friends. Most days are good. 

And still, there are moments, hours, days when the struggle is more than I think I can handle. 

Then I realize that I have. I have handled it. I am living life as fully as it can be lived on this side of loss. 

And it’s not because of anything in me. It’s God’s grace and His sufficiency. It’s my friends. It’s the plan. 

Moving forward most of the time.