At one point today I honestly felt like Monday had never ended. It seemed that the day had just bled right in to today. And then when I realized it was Tuesday, well, that just didn't make me feel any better. Such is the life for me. I keep telling myself it will get better, the baby part I mean. At some point I will get more than 5 hours of sleep again and oh my goodness, when was the last time Ryan and I had a date night?! Ooh, not good. Okay, so life is a bit blurry and ragged around the edges for me right now, but in my state I can still say I am very blessed. Since Easter rolled in this year I have made time in my thought process, in my time to myself to think about what we have to be thankful for. It is easy in our human nature when we are met with something unexpected and difficult to get bogged down, depressed and down right bitter about what we have lost, what we don't have. There are days I definitely could let myself go, wallow in it. I choose not to, and no matter how ugly it gets somehow I manage to grasp the feet of Jesus and say, "I can't anymore. Lord, help me move." There are days I am so weary that I can't even muster the words. He is my strength in moments of utter failure and distress. He is my peace when the storm is howling and whipping at me so fierce that I can't find a way out. He is there, He hasn't moved and won't, and He will take care of me no matter what. I just read the passage in Matthew 14 about Peter stepping out of the boat to walk to Jesus. As the storm whipped around him he lost his ability to focus on Christ, and he began to sink. "Master, save me!" He cried out as he was sinking, deep into the storm that raged around him. That passage in Matthew reminds me that even in the darkest storm, Jesus is still there and will save me. I don't think I could have stepped out of that boat like Peter did. I am sure I would have watched him with a great deal of envy at his faith. I know Jesus isn't asking me to walk on water, but as we continue to wait I wonder what He wants from us. I wonder what He has for us, for Ryan. I know it must be good, it has to be. God is not finished with either one of us yet, there is so much work to do for the Kingdom. I hope and pray I am ready, that my faith can take whatever He has for us to do. Prepare me Lord, and prepare the way.
Joy and Light
Early Tuesday morning January 2, 2024, I got a call that my Mom was slipping away and the family should come. We knew she was not doing well these past couple of weeks as she had developed pneumonia and covid, and she was struggling just to manage breathing. When I arrived, the nurse brought me in to Mom's bedside, and quietly stepped out to give me some time alone with her before my Dad and my brother arrived. I cried like I have never cried before in my life, and went to my knees beside her, resting my hand on her arm. I have no words to describe what it felt like in that moment, the finality and the reality of it. My brain understood she was gone, no longer there. But my heart, regardless of how far gone Mom had been for years now..... my heart was suddenly flooded with the feelings, the sounds, the memories of her across my entire life, rushing through my head in that moment all at once. It felt like time kind of stopped, so I could have a moment to take it all in, co
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