Well, another year is down with a new one upon us. The older I get, the more I feel like the weeks and the months just blur together faster and faster...with barely room to breathe...or to see the days for what they really are.
Sacred. Holy. Filled with so much Life and love. (And chaos).
Three Hoolie boys and one Wild Child of a toddler girl. A husband who loves me through it all.
It's a rich life.
|This Christmas. Three gifts each. But such fun, unexpected gifts...|
And it's been a good year.
A year filled with so much change....and so much Goodness.
Days written with God's grace splashed all over them.
That's the whole point of writing this blog, in the first place. To capture in time what we will all so quickly forget otherwise. To record our memories and our moments for all of us to remember when we look back over these silly books years down the road from now. When you boys are men and when London is maybe a Mama with her own sweet passel of babies. I want you to see how we lived our days - our simple ordinary. I want you to see how your Daddy and I loved each other...and how we were far from perfect, but how we did our best to walk things out in front of you.
I want you to see how we journeyed with Jesus...
|The oldest and the youngest on Daddy's side.|
Our days with a Mama's stream of consciousness scrawled out on paper.
Simple things that I want you kids to remember.
Little memories that I want revived from the back recesses of your minds when you read these words again.
|Putting makeup on Aunty Julie.|
|New beginnings. Fresh starts. God's grace. Deep love.|
It's good to look back.
Because when the blur of each day's wildness so quickly meshes into a week....which crashes into a month...and ultimately turns into an entire year...well, sometimes it's barely possible to hold on - let alone look back and fully grasp all that's happened during these past many days. I think looking back helps us not to live in the past...but to remember how far we have come. To see where God has brought us. And to fully grasp the truth of how much He's carried us.
This was a year of change. Good changes.
This was a year of refining and of letting go. Always letting go.
And a year of letting God write our Story the way that He sees fit.
|My sisters. My friends. My co-horts in crime.|
And who knows, really, what this year holds for us.
But, we will continue walking faithful...
Trusting maybe when we can't see the future for what it holds...
Walking in obedience when we might some days feel like running the other way.
Always learning and stumbling and getting back up again in this journey of Parenthood.
Assessing and reassessing when changes need to be made and when Life needs to slow down.
Making mistakes and apologizing again.
Dating your Daddy and growing ever closer...
Learning you kids...and doing our best to show you our love....and our undying acceptance of who God has made you to be.
|Hilarious. And SO super gross....|
With another year behind us, and with a brand new one upon us...
I will kiss that man - your Daddy - into a new year of this crazy ride together. We'll hold each other tight, and I'll whisper to him soft: "It's been crazy. But the story is good. And I'll still follow you to the Ends of the Earth. And back again."
I am safe, I am loved, and I am free.
With my Jesus and my loved ones all around me
Step by step, day by day, it's all I need....
I thank you for this life.
It is deep, it is rich, and it is full....