According to Facebook, I'm only 18, and it won't let me change my settings, so 20 years younger I shall forever be in my little virtual world online. I think I would take 38 over 18 any day, though. These past twenty years - they have been rich... Marriage and moves...and babies and ministry..
20 years of living and of Life...
Journey and Joy...and heartache and growth.
Lessons learning...and growing into the woman, wife, and Mama who I'm supposed to be....
It's good. All of it.
And I wouldn't change a thing.
|One of my new favorite quotes...|
|Brain food. Soul food.|
My friend calls it a "Midlife Marathon."
Whatever it is, I want to age well.
And I want to age gracefully.
Gratefully, and mindfully...fully aware of four little sets of eyes that are looking on...
|3,000....4,000....5,000 gifts of Joy.|
A year of fully realizing my weaknesses and my limitations -- and a year of letting go.
|Chicken scratch...listing my gifts...my daily Joy Journey.|
And it's because of this Little Love that I'm back in love with Jesus.
|Cracks in my life...that only He can fill...|
Maybe it was the several moves all close together that shook this Root Digger's core.
Maybe it was Homeschooling 3 kids and feeling completely out of my element with a toddler running wild.
Maybe it was a year of Crazy where the only time I spent with Jesus were intermittent "potty reads" with multiple interruptions for crisis intervention with four kids running wild.
"You have the time," He whispered. "But are you willing to make the sacrifice to take it?"
What is it worth to you?
Is it worth your love of sleep?
Is it worth an earlier bedtime each night so that I can wake up with the dawn?
And morning runs of solitude and silence.
Him and I. Alone and still.
And thus began the growth of a heart that had withered....slowly opening once more...and once again falling in love.
|Journaling. Heart to paper. For my kids one day.|
In love with my Savior.
In love with these days of Crazy....these days of Insanity...
......In love with these Sacred days of Holy.
|This book. Buy it. Buy it now.|
I'm beyond done with facades of perfection.
This has been the year of letting go...of realizing that it blesses no-one when I pretend I have things all together...of realizing that I need Jesus every moment of every day...and it's been a year of coming to the place where I crave time with Him. I crave that solitude. I crave the mornings where it's just me, and Him...my cup of coffee...and darkness still outside.
I need this.
As much as the air I breathe....I need Him.
Maybe I'm finally starting to learn to slow down and to do less.
I'm starting to see that "being" is so much more important than a bucket list of "doing."
I'm still a baby grown-up.
I still don't have a clue what I'm doing in this ministry of Motherhood.
On a daily basis, I'm still pretty sure that I'm wrecking my children in some unfix-able way.
But, His mercies are new every morning.
And His grace is so sufficient.
He restores my soul.
I've learned that "man in his pomp will not endure." ~ Psalm 49:12
I've seen that "He daily bears our burden." ~ Psalm 68:19
And I am living proof that "those who seek the Lord....their hearts will revive." ~ Psalm 69:32
The greatest of birthday gifts, indeed.
|This man. My greatest gift.|
He reigns with healing in His wings...the King of Kings....Light of the World reaching out for us...
There is no other name.
This is my broken Hallelujah.....