The Mailbox and Time Difference

So, I'm backing out the of the driveway and...
SMACK.
My first words were not, "Oh, my goodness."
I thought I'd drive Caleb's vehicle,
and was making sure I wasn't going to back into my Yukon.
However, I failed to watch out for the mailbox.

Our mailbox is heavy-duty...planted in the ground with a huge fence post, better known as part of a telephone pole.
No damage to the mailbox.

I drove out our friend's auto body shop right away.
It's Caleb's vehicle, and I'm feeling so bad.
Grant looked at the damage, and said, "Oh, that's not so bad."
I was so glad he thought so.
It helped because of course, to me, it was horrible.
Caleb's vehicle, and I had to do that.
I'm glad I could go somewhere to someone we know.
I know he'll do a good job.

He explained what he'd need to do,
and tears start rolling down my face.
I thank him, joke about hoping the city doesn't have an ordinance for mailboxes because I want to move ours to the middle of our yard.
When I drive away, tears flood my face, and I'm sobbing.

It's how it is.
You just don't know how things are going to affect you.

Oh, I realize some shake their heads with wonder.
After all, it's been over a year now. 'She really should so be over it. She really needs to move on, get a life, and get out more.'

I think of my friends on the east coast. They are on a different time zone.
No big deal.
California is an hour behind. Dallas is an hour ahead. Virginia Beach is two hours ahead.
Nobody questions that.

Since February 2013, I exist in a different time zone - completely.
It is how it is.
I know I've said it before, but time as I knew it before that day, doesn't exist anymore.
That's the best explanation I have.
The calendar changes, and I know only because my phone reminds me what day it is, what month it is.
Everything passes in a fog.

Only now, in this fog there is an ice storm.
If you've ever walked in an ice storm, those jagged pieces of ice sting your face, hands or anything exposed.
The frozen season of last year is thawing a little, and pieces of raw hurt surface, making for some difficult days.

Making it through, is what we do.
Someone told a friend of mine she needed to 'suck it up.'
Oh, but we do suck it up.
Everyday.
It's a choice, a conscious decision to get out of  bed.
We suck it up by going on day by day.

My confidence is in God, and His grace.
He keeps me going.
His grace is sufficient for me.