Oh Look, Books!

It's been kind of quiet in my book corner, but that doesn't mean we haven't been busy over here! I've completed the follow up to Forlorn Lane and Hidden Lake, and we're on track to be published by the beginning of June. 

In the mean time, these two beauties are on sale at Amazon.com. The links can be found -----> right over there. Click on the books, it will take you right where you need to go.

 

 

Be watching for a Cover Reveal Announcement in early April! 
~Kimi D

 

The Plan

 

Early this morning I saw a post in one of the grieving groups I belong to asking the innocent question, Do you really think it's all part of a plan?

Of course this person was referring to the death of our children, and it's not the first time I've pondered this question. I think it's only natural to wonder if there was any design behind what has happened. I'll leave the question of who's design it is up to your interpretation.

Predictably. the answer in this particular group was overwhelmingly "No there's no plan." There was a lot of  hurt amongst the answers. A lot of anger towards a higher power who would allow this to happen. A lot of "That was not my plan," answers.

 My answer to this morning's question  was simply this:

Yes, I think we all have a purpose and a destiny. I also think the hardest part of this journey was realizing that my daughter had her own purpose and destiny independent to my own. I don't like that she's gone, but I respect that it wasn't my path.      

I believe that, because I know that my daughter was only borrowed, never promised. The moment I became her mother there was never a guarantee that I could keep her forever. That was my expectation, of course, my hope, but I absolutely understand this was her journey. My pain and my mourning is the price of loving her. I realize it's a hard thing to come to grips with. There is no part of grieving that is easy. I don't want to make it any worse by assigning myself more responsibility or sadness than what is mine to carry. I understood that from the moment she came into this world, beyond rearing and loving her, her life, her destiny, her path, was hers to follow. 

So yes, it's my belief that there is a plan for everything and it's not my job to try to make sense of it all. I have a hard enough time figuring out my own plan. Maybe one day I'll be told why she had to run ahead of me. Until then, my job is to squeeze as much living into this life as I can. To honor her, and to honor me too. I couldn't really do that if I allow myself to get stuck chasing down the answers to someone's else's purpose. I have faith that my daughter is safe, and happy, and I will see her again. That's enough to keep my feet on my own path.