Katherine Arnold Wolf Updates

The move is happening, slowly, but surely. We are transitioning there tomorrow after a crazy weekend of moving all of mom and dad’s place and unloading our POD, as well as a number of other gruesome activities. Moving homes stinks! Perhaps there is more to a ’move’ than just the physical kind. My injury has moved my heart. I have been moved to places I thought I would never have to go. Maybe that’s what a move of any sort is really all about. Dear family friend’s ours, The Abneys, recently wrote, “ ‘We’ve moved’ has more meanings than one! And, you, Jay, James and your families have moved in so many ways in the past two years. And, you’ve helped all of us who’ve traveled the journey with you to move in many areas of our lives…especially expecting wonderful things from the Lord, supporting others in critical times, praying and trusting. Thanks for allowing us to ‘move’ with you. We continue to do so. Enjoy your new home! The Abneys”. They posted that last week on my CaringBridge guestbook. Yes, perhaps others are being moved by my journey. That is the redemption of my suffering. Somehow, that makes this all more bearable.

There are a few things about my tragedy that really make me cry. One of those is seeing footage of our old apartment. Before he moved us out of Pepperdine (while I was in ICU still), Jay had the good sense to videotape our little home, as a way for me to tell it goodbye. As I have watched that, I cry really hard. I have come to realize that my emotion has nothing to do with chic furniture or a great decorating job (haha) nor is it even the sadness of not living in Malibu by the beach! Rather, it has everything to do with the memories inside of that place. It was our first home as a couple; we brought our baby James home to that place. As I watch that video, I think of all the meals we ate at our table, all the times James and I did ‘Mommy and Me’ Yoga on the floor, all the friends that sat on our coach and laughed with us, and all the times I made my Dark Chocolate Cookies in that kitchen. All the memories. I think there is such a deep, emotional connection to one’s home. Fundamentally, we all want somewhere to belong, somewhere safe, somewhere our own. This week, we will have that home again, after being without one for quite a while.

The house is just so adorable – it even has a cute little fence around it! I am in love with it. For a better mental image, if you have ever read the book Matilda (or seen the movie), then you will understand this: I feel like we get to live in the same house Miss Honey would have lived in! WOOHOO!!! It is such a special thing to know that we are going home.

Blessings to you in however you are being moved,

Katherine

“After you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace…will restore you!” 1 Peter 5:10

For a little medical update: I had a long (over 2 and a half hour) appointment with my eye doctor on Friday. (I am one of the more complicated cases he has ever seen.) I will probably have another eye surgery within the next month, and it will hopefully restore singular vision. There are certain risks and possible greater hardships that could occur with this surgery—not unlike all my other surgeries, I guess. I will keep you posted with more details about it soon. As always, thank you for praying for me as I deal with so many medical issues.

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