“Let the wild rumpus start.” 👑
I think I groaned this morning when I heard my little early-bird waltz out into the living room. I intentionally woke early so I could have time alone to workout, make my coffee (and have it all to myself!) and spend time reading my Bible. My workout wasn’t complete. • One thing I have to regularly remind myself in this stage of life, is that perfection and efficiency is not the goal. I don’t ever want my family to feel like they inconvenience me—although that groan I uttered certainly could send that message. • A dear friend once told me that time spent in the Word—whether you study for hours on end, or barely manage to read one verse—is NEVER wasted. It nourishes your soul, even when your mind feels so jumbled and scattered nothing is retained. • After finishing the workout, Brooklyn sat beside me, begging for a Princess story, while I read a few verses from Psalms. Eventually I caved and instead read, for the umpteenth time, Disney’s Frozen. • Savoring coffee on a quiet morning is a rarity around here. But children learn through example... so I am telling myself (and you, if you’re listening), that no workout, no matter it’s length, and no time in the Word, even if it’s only a verse, is wasted. • Care for your body, care for your soul. The next generation is watching.
🌄One is the most beautiful places in the world and I get to call it home. #qka
Are you a goal-setter? I am, but only sort of. The past few years my follow-through rate hasn’t been incredible. I blame it on the kids, on my life feeling consumed with caring for them. But the truth: We all get 24 hours in our day, and 365 days in our year. The recent “screen time” notification my iPhone has been showing me proves that I actually do have a bit of time I could use pursuing goals if I truly wanted to. (Though it doesn’t factor in that it’ll most definitely be interrupted time.) Instead of a long list of goals, this year I came up with three. Each category I want to build upon as the months pass by. 1. Become Famous in my Home — because my family means the world to me. I want them to know that I view my relationship with them far more important than any esteem or popularity I could acquire elsewhere. They are my greatest and most sacred work. I hope my actions toward them prove that. (Currently I think I am a bit of a celebrity around here. They’re all vying for my attention and begging to touch my skin. I guess my goal is to have a bit more personal space but still somehow maintain the celebrity status.) 2. Write More — last year I signed up for a wonderful writing class. I was eager to use the skills I learned, yet somehow ended up hitting pause on my blog. I want to update that monthly moving forward and continue to use IG as a mini blog. 3. Learn How to Pray — the best book I read in 2018 was the Circle Maker. The best book I read in 2019 was Praying Circles Around Your Children. I’m tired of Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep sort of prayers. I want to learn how to pray with fervent, persistent passion. Especially for my family. What are your goals and hopes for this new year?
2018 // It was a blur of a year, revolving mostly around my young family. I felt like I gave up so many dreams, exchanging them (yet again) for dirty diapers and sleepless nights, all the while praying for strength and wisdom on how to manage a colicky baby, my precious, wonderful, answer-to-a-prayer little Jack. The world is a gloomy place when you’re sleep deprived. One thing I forgot in the midst of that is that seasons never last forever. Colicky evenings are a thing of the past; the last couple of months have given me confidence as I find my rhythm, learning to thoroughly enjoy being mom to three. Over the course of the year, when it felt like I was drowning, I kept repeating the phrase I first learned from @gracelaced: “You don’t have to be blooming to be growing.” Though I can’t clearly remember most of it, 2018 was wildly wonderful. 2019 is holding a promise of spring, of new growth, of dreams budding into blossoms. And I, for one, am eager for it! #2018bestnine
Our very first Christmas together we were newly married, living on love and not much else. We wanted to make the holidays special, beginning our own traditions. As I signed the check to pay for our very first tree-cutting experience I thought of all the other things $25 could buy—like groceries for a week! Can you imagine? Instead of buying ornaments I sliced through the pages of a lousy love story, bending and folding, pinching and prodding, until origami stars emerged. That year I shopped Black Friday deals and found two sweaters for Herm at $15 a piece. After opening them, he promptly decided which one he was returning. It took several years for me to work up the courage to buy him clothes again, and several more to discover the only reason he returned that one in the first place was because it felt frivolous to have two new sweaters when one would do. It was Valentine’s Day when that tree came down, we sacrificed so much to have it. • It’s a completely different season of life, yet so much remains the same: Our tree cost $40—my mind wandered to groceries, how again did I spend $25-30 for an entire week? I got rid of those origami stars this year, they were so tattered and worn. I wanted to get new ornaments but in the busyness of the month it never happened. Save lights, our tree was bare. I should rush to the stores and save big for next year. A great bargain still thrills me. Herm returned all five of the clothing items I bought him for Christmas. (It might be another decade before I try again.) • But some things have changed: The tree just barely made it through Christmas.
“Noel, Noel Come and see what God has done Noel, Noel The story of amazing love The light of the world Given for us Noel”
HBD to the kids all-time favorite hero! And my best friend.
I sometimes feel the same way, Jack—Completely overwhelmed by their affection.