It’s the last day of 2013 and I really, really want to write a post. I have a lot of other things on my to do list today but for now they wait.
Big moments of 2013 … let’s see. There were a couple milestone birthdays. My son turned one and I turned 35.
I started working at our church. We remodeled our bathroom. My sister and her family moved here.
So there you have our year in a small, neat little paragraph. We have the perfect little Facebook family, don’t we?
That’s the story the pictures tell.
But then there’s the real one … the one the pictures don’t show.
How do you capture severe depression or overwhelming fear or uncontrollable rage in a photo? Who takes pictures of potty training accidents and changing bed sheets three times a day? No one wants to relive three-year-old tantrums and public meltdowns, both child and adult.
These screaming, crying, yelling moments were the real 2013. The one no one else knows.
So how do I remember this year? It was both good. And also bad. And really, really hard.
But when I take a step back and look at the big picture, I see God. I see that because we stayed here instead of moving, God connected us to an amazing counselor who is fully invested in helping us revive our marriage and deal with our struggles with depression, anger, anxiety and fear. I see that we belong to a church that has been a safe place for us, a source of support and encouragement, and now a new income. I see us living within a few blocks of family who loves us and will do anything for us.
As 2014 dawns tomorrow, I’m hopeful. My hope comes from knowing that God is writing a story – one bigger than both the one the pictures tell and the one they don’t.