I never want to miss all the big and small ways
That we show up for each other
They ways that I feel seen
In the midst of chaos
And loved in the mess
“In this life you will have trouble, but fear not, I have overcome the world.”
This world and the part we play in it is beautiful. Yes, there is brokenness, but I want to look for the beauty of our redemption in it. The Lord has made all things new, even as He is in the process of making us new.
Join me in looking for the beauty in life through thoughts and poems. I am so glad you are here.
I never want to miss all the big and small ways
That we show up for each other
They ways that I feel seen
In the midst of chaos
And loved in the mess
Now is the time to be present. And be listening. To trust the future to the Lord. To rest and rejoice in the life I am living, even in the chaos and clutter. Not to be so preoccupied with moving ahead that I don’t listen to the Lord in here and now.
But the answer to my question is “yes”. My house, my life, is full of sacred. But it’s not the stuff, no matter how valuable to me they are.
When my first child was born, I was shocked at the amount of things I simply could not accomplish because my hands were always full. How can a baby that sleeps most of the time keep my hands so busy?
I resolve to trust the Lord even if is only one step at a time.
To be expectant, and still present
To be grateful with out condition
To be generous with what I have
and when I fail at all these things, to repent and lean on the Spirit to start again.
lately it feels like a bit of an aimless wandering
The traditions of my childhood felt like an anchor
A cornerstone of each and every year
A Christmas star if you will
Sometimes twinkle lights don’t make a dent in the darkness that surrounds us.
But in God’s sovereignty at the end of the darkest season, we celebrate the Light.
“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” John 1:5
The night was silent
or so it is said
As the Heaven’s waited in anticipation
Much of the world had given up waiting
The silence had dragged on
Longer than they had hoped
And hope became more of a wish than a promise
Please stay a little longer summer
Let them stay little a few more days
Because who knows how big they will be
when you return
The same spot on the calendar
Yet altogether different
Over the past weekend, for whatever reason, I ended up taking each kid on an errand solo. This was not an intentional “one in one time” solo date. It was purely for survival, making the most out of screen time for one or naptime for the other.