Jonah Was Busy...

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Sometimes, we compare our lives to Biblical characters i.e., to the parables that Jesus told his disciples and followers, do we not?

Oftentimes, I see myself in the various tales of the Old Testament - when the flood was coming and Noah had to prepare, and how the people laughed at him, calling him foolish. I've been there, Noah! #procrastinate

Also when I think of the time that Jonah was swallowed by the whale on his way to a place where he was not wanted. Am I Jonah? Or am I the whale? Where do I fit in, anyway?

Recently a man was swallowed by a giant whale, and lived to tell about it ... so it IS possible!

As I have been preparing to move, I've had a lot of questions on my mind.

I wonder whether or not my move is in my best interest? How can I leave my wonderful choir and community to move somewhere my child doesn't even welcome me?

The reason is: kids. I miss my grandchildren. I missed watching them grow up, the fact that they live 90 miles north of me prevented that from happening.

I want to watch my great grandchildren grow up and be happy and I want to watch my youngest grandson play for my high school. He plays football for Conner high school, he is a Cougar just like his grandma, and Cooper will have a wonderful senior year I just know it! 

So here's to the future whatever it may bring. 

I will rise above his petty dislike of his mama. I am already going to involve myself in a church as soon as I find one that suits me. I'll enjoy my friends in Cincinnati and the Krohn Conservatory will be my second home.

My piano is in storage, and I have some prospects on the horizon; I'm looking forward to moving this Friday, if everything goes as planned!

Thanks for reading all this, and God bless Jonah, he was on his way to a sad town when he got sidetracked by that big whale.

Where is my whale, anybody?

Let let me know...

 peace and love,

 Kimmy