That everything can wait a little longer

The One who spun the snow

Will keep the world spinning

Here we sit in the lost days of 2023 which just happen to be the last days. December come in a flurry of activity and leaves in a haze of satisfied exhaustion.

We prepare well so we can celebrate well. The Lord is honored in our celebrating, as long as our celebration remembers and honors Him and doesn’t crowd Him out.

So on this day

When darkness feels darkest

Let us marvel at what joy and hope

Even a tiny twinkle light can bring

Because light enters the world

And darkness will not overcome it

All I could hear was the rustle of the leaves in the trees. The perfect fall sound track. The breeze in the trees has a different cadence in November than in August. My daughter just hadn’t picked up on it yet.

May my offering in kind

Be praise never ending

May my life be define

By grace and gratitude

So my peace comes as gratitude wells up from within, leaving no room for the worries and wants of that have plagued me.

They will creep back in, I know. But more and more I hope that I grow to live a life defined by grace and gratitude.

Maybe my legacy will be fresh baked muffins

Or a great cup of coffee

Maybe it will be a book

Or an open door and a listening ear

In so many ways I was feeling the weight of motherhood. The responsibility of shaping our kids young years. Lamenting to my husband, I said, “But I want them to make good memories.”

Loss can haunt us. And the Lord can heal us. Without denying what should have been.