January Twenty-ninth; New

Only a few days left.


January is fast running out of days. To be honest, I won’t be sad to see it go as that means we are that much closer to Spring. Still, we have to finish the last couple of days.


In the past, I have given months a theme to write about. Usually for January it was new, a new month, new starts, new anything. I didn’t do that this month. I did a couple of times mention new, but it wasn’t an every day topic. Part of me wishes I had, as some days has been slow and difficult in deciding what my heart and mind wishes to share.  But, let’s look at this description of new in a personal way.


The first of February will be thirty-nine years since I escaped a bad situation and came home. Just days before I had endured physical abuse that no one should have to deal with. I was rock bottom in my life and needed a change. If I were to survive, I needed to leave. A wild plan was placed in my mind, that looking back worked exactly as it should. I got him out of the house, I had a ride to the bus station, my parents had sent a ticket. I was waiting for the bus when he showed up. Someone had betrayed me, but that betrayal actually helped me. The police were called, my ticket which he had grabbed was returned and I boarded a bus that had waited. Every stop, I was taken care of, if by nothing else but making sure I was where I needed to be. I got home and the new began.


Within days I was getting back on my feet. I had a job, I had a car, I had a new life. Within weeks I met the man who was to be my next husband. Who made a difference, because he was different. Over the course of time, I went from having nothing but heartache to having a family, a home, a real life.


In January a few years after we were wed, our son came into our life. I had actually given up on being a mother, but his appearance began another new beginning. Being mom is an experience, of that there is no doubt. Being mom to a son who is incredibly headstrong and intelligent adds several layers to that experience.


When my husband lost his nine to five, home every night job due to the company closing, he became an over the road truck driver. He was gone no less than three weeks at a time and home for three days to be gone again. One has to learn how to go from depending on the presence and abilities of a partner to learning how to handle things their own self. I was taking care of things here on the home front and helping him as I could since he didn’t have a smart phone with internet access. He changed jobs a couple times, and during one of those times I was diagnosed with breast cancer. He was actually getting a physical for one possible job (that fell through) while I was having my cancer surgery.


Then, he was called home. Its been almost five years, will be five years on March seventh. While I had been taking care of things here, I had always funneled the things going on through him. We were a team, and worked as one even when he was out there on the road somewhere. When he died, I had to begin anew trying to learn how to handle things without that second voice and opinion.


Then, I found  myself no longer with employment. I was weeks away from thirty years at that place, but was removed without a second thought. I was a person who had worked all hours they would allow. I was there, and I would do my best to do my best. It was how I had been brought up and how I continued to work. I only missed two full days after my cancer surgery. The day of and the day after due to still being sick from the anesthesia. When I was let go, I had to find ways to stay busy, hoping that I would be called back. I managed to get my yard reclaimed from years of neglect. The amazing thing in that, as I worked, there were four times I came in very close proximity to venomous Copperhead snakes. I was protected each time, seeing them many times seconds before stepping on them.


When I finally realized that I was not going to be called back to work, I gave in and took early retirement. Something I had not planned on but did give me the ability to be here for my parents. A reversal of roles that is as heartfelt as heartbreaking. Though I know how blessed we are they are still with us and how blessed I am to be able to be here for them.


So many news. So many changes, about face and different directions. I’ve mentioned many if not all of these before. But I think that today is a good day to remind and remember of God’s presence and care. Sitting here considering all of these, I can see God’s hand in all of the new I have faced. I can see how each change saved me, taught me, brought me closer to Him. I’ve gone from knowing about God and believing, to having a relationship. To be able to sit, stand, kneel or walk in circles and talk with God. Sharing what is on my heart and mind. Knowing He hears me, that He wants to hear me come to Him. Currently I am facing many things that need to be done, even as finances don’t allow. I’m not worried though, because I know I have been taken care of, protected, moved before, this will be no different. I will be waiting expectantly and patiently for His response to my prayers. I know He has something new in mind, of that, there is no doubt. 

Coming soon

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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3 Responses to January Twenty-ninth; New

  1. John says:

    I can’t understand a mind that believes it is OK to think of you like a piece of property and to treat a woman like that. I’m glad that you are free!

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