Oh, July
Oh, hey there. A whole month gone by, and no writing. I hate that. I love writing; it helps me process things, remember this life, treasure moments.
The air is warm and humid, cicadas humming. We've suffered through a long heat wave and the thunderstorms finally rolled in last night. It's the hard, middle part of summer.
This summer has been just exhausting- in the good ways and in the hard ways. So much has happened: a whirlwind trip to Delaware for 4th of July, Dad had a heart attack (he's ok), hosting a new friend from Ukraine for a week, a family trip to Williamsburg. I want to write, but then a kid has a hard moment, I need to write a new grocery list, the baby wakes from his nap, I need to catch up on my reading for a book club I'm co-leading...the list goes on. At the end of the day, I am brain dead and can't do much more than binge watch Nashville.
I miss peace. I miss quiet. I miss not being constantly needed, and always touched. This motherhood, and my walk with Christ, is a refining fire as I die to my wants and needs. This is not always done gracefully, but slowly I am seeing His progress in my heart. This is the season for now.
I do have so much so say and share, for anyone reading. Or even just for myself. I'll be back soon.
The air is warm and humid, cicadas humming. We've suffered through a long heat wave and the thunderstorms finally rolled in last night. It's the hard, middle part of summer.
This summer has been just exhausting- in the good ways and in the hard ways. So much has happened: a whirlwind trip to Delaware for 4th of July, Dad had a heart attack (he's ok), hosting a new friend from Ukraine for a week, a family trip to Williamsburg. I want to write, but then a kid has a hard moment, I need to write a new grocery list, the baby wakes from his nap, I need to catch up on my reading for a book club I'm co-leading...the list goes on. At the end of the day, I am brain dead and can't do much more than binge watch Nashville.
I miss peace. I miss quiet. I miss not being constantly needed, and always touched. This motherhood, and my walk with Christ, is a refining fire as I die to my wants and needs. This is not always done gracefully, but slowly I am seeing His progress in my heart. This is the season for now.
I do have so much so say and share, for anyone reading. Or even just for myself. I'll be back soon.
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