As I’ve bumped into blog readers here and there, many have asked questions about past posts. “How did that situation end up? Did you ever figure out the mystery of those circumstances?”

Here are a few updates:

1. On March 26 (“Plan B”) I went over the handle bars on my bike after Jack bolted in front of me to chase a squirrel. The squirrel got away unharmed, but I landed in the emergency room that night for scans, x-rays and wound-cleaning. Knowing I blossomed into quite a sight, readers have wondered how healing has gone. The answer? Except for a spot of pink on one cheek, you’d never know of my biking adventure.

2. On April 12 (“Hold on”) I arrived for a routine doctor’s appointment and was told I had no insurance coverage. In order to be seen that day, I had to pay several hundred dollars in cash. Appalled at the thought of being uninsured, I spent three days unraveling the tangle. It turned out the doctor’s office was using Nate’s health insurance card number instead of mine, one digit different. (We had canceled his insurance after he died last November.) When she told me I hadn’t had insurance since last fall, without realizing it she was talking about Nate. Mystery solved, trouble averted, refund granted.

3. On April 15 (“Taming Nature”) I wrote about our beach creek and its wayward temperament, how it had wandered 600 yards down from its usual course, widening, eroding the dune and becoming stagnant. An earth mover had spent two days rearranging nature, forcing the creek on a straight route from woods to lake. Has the creek been obedient? Sort of. Gently, inch by inch, it has leaned left, quietly carving a path back to its errant course. Robust young men have worked at shoveling and remaking a straight entrance into Lake Michigan, but each morning their efforts to reshape the sand have been erased. It’ll take more than a bull dozer and a couple of shovels to conquer Deer Creek.

4. On April 16 (“Love in Bloom”) I blogged about a host of mysterious white daffodils that came up and bloomed beautifully in our shady, ivy-covered yard. I enjoyed your comments and theories about this delightful surprise and In the last six weeks I’ve asked everyone I know if he/she/they were responsible but received only “no’s”. Nancy’s blog comment was, we concluded, closest to what must have happened. I think Little Red, the star of the April 13 blog (“Taught by a Squirrel”) must have done the planting. Although it’s possible he did it with his own dinner in mind, I prefer to think he was just that nice of a little guy.

Life is always changing. To remain still would be a fast route to stagnant, just like Deer Creek. For some, change is difficult. For others, it’s energizing. Most of us are somewhere in the middle, doing our best to keep up with the endless shifts.

The trick is finding our stability not in the change around us but in the One who orchestrates it.

“Accept the way God does things, for who can straighten what he has made crooked?” (Ecclesiastes 7:13)