We are 12 today. The journey to this place nearly broke us. But all along, God was arranging things for this beautiful new season we've just begun.
The thing about pain is that it doesn't go away when it's ignored. It gets hidden, stuffed away in a box at the very back of the heart's closet and for a while forgotten about. But it always finds its way out eventually.
When something is shattered sometimes the pieces are too small to put back together again. But that's just because you're looking at it wrong.
Sometimes life is weird. Like how being a lifeguard in high school helped me realize my potential as an elementary recess monitor.
Throughout my life, I've always connected with Jesus in joy. This year is different. This year, I connect with him in grief.
What I've discovered about life without a job is that I have no measurement of success. I never realized before how important that is to forward progress.
When I stopped working last year, I had a vague idea of what being a stay-at-home mom would be like. But no one had prepared me for the reality of the biggest adjustment.
Christmas is always a conflicted season for me. It a time I think a lot about death, actually. Every year when we pull out the Christmas stuff, out come all the memories.