a time to weep
a time to laugh
a time to mourn
a time to dance
When we moved into the sage green house by the garden we felt giddy again! We had space to spread out + create + grow. We feel most alive when we are dreaming something up together and using our combined giftings to make it happen. Whether it was a fence, bench, playhouse, or porchswing we made the dreams a reality & got to watch our kids relish in the pure joy! Even if were just renting again, still waiting, we made the most of this house from day1!
This new season shifted our hearts mostly from mourning to dancing. I started to look back and see God's hand in much of the goodness that was birthed in the chaos. Some of the why's still weighed on us, but mostly I was just growing grateful for where He had brought us this far. It's wild isn't it, when we look at our past & catch glimpses of His glory? We see the seeds sown + the fruit sprouting up slowly.
Now don't mis-read this post & scroll away believing all was well with my soul. The reality was some of the worst pain was just around the corner & my usual thorns still remained. Fear and anxiety were still rearing their ugly heads in the mundane moments of motherhood and the painful seasons of friends around us. From miscarriages, to job stress, to addictions, to marriage troubles, the brokenness of this world remained. Even under our roof we were in a daily battle to figure out how to love each other best after a few crazy & unexpected years of stress. •
The difference for me though was a subtle shift in my heart that slowly wrecked me from the inside out. It was the obvious, but what I always tried to ignore: I am not in control. I actually don't know best or even have the slightest idea what the best plan is for my crew. But when I look at this picture, I am reminded that He was providing just what we needed, moment by moment, & I could rest in that. See song in my story for "Time" by @johnlucask #mannamoment