It's been a year now. This week will be a year since our first Sunday at our new church. This is moving season for United Methodist Clergy across the state, and hearing about their moves is making me remember our experience.
It's a good thing we can't see the future..because if we could have seen what this year was going to be like, I think we would have run screaming in the other direction....
There are plenty of good things that have happened as well, but it has been a hard year for us Fletchers.
You know the stories...
John having to leave our home for good after a violent episode in August,
Mike coming home again and then completely disintegrating leaving him now homeless, in trouble with the law, and chemically addicted,
Salinda having the absolute worst and most challenging year for us as parents with the drama of 8th grade in a new school, several poor choices, and her inability to accept our limits,
and I could go on but I won't.
It's been a year, with most of it blogged, written down in history as it happened moment by moment.
A year later our church is doing great, we've just hired a new youth pastor, and both of my jobs are going well. For many many other people our move has been a very good thing.
And we can see, too, how it has been good for us as well. But it's been a very very hard year.
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Unrelated to this post. Claudia, I don't have your email addy, and I don't want to paste my entire email here, but you can ask cindy to forward it, or you can go to wikipedia and look up PTSD and read about beta blockers used for PTSD. Coincidence or not, my 17yo RAD-dd made some major improvments starting two months ago when she started on a beta blocker. Still not always making wise choices, but we're all enjoying being around her now, and we parents can correct her w/o her flying off the handle.
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