Resting? Are We There Yet?

   I am happy to admit that I am a little more comfortable with rest. I have made progress in being able to say "no" and accept help.  It is not my usual way of thinking, and sometimes I have to walk through feelings of obligation, guilt, fear, and disappointment in order to allow myself rest.  I feel sorry (a little) for not posting here in my blog for over a year.  After about 23 posts on the topic of rest, I think I want to move to another topic.  I have not been able to decide on a new focus, so I'll just share what I have been up to.  I have found over 92 letters from World War II.  Most are from my father to his parents.  He was in the United States army, became a lieutenant in the Signal Corps and served time in New Guinea.  I have transcribed them and put them in order.  My father rarely dated his letters so the order has been a challenge. I am also writing out memories of my father long after the war, I hope to make a book that uses both the letters and stories from after the war.   Like making a portrait, I am seeing details, yet I can't see everything.  There are shadows and light.  More will be revealed. One day at a time.      
                                                                                                                      -Linda T. Hurd