One Year Later One year ago this week I turned full force into the reality of being a single Mom- giving up on restoration and moving toward creating a new family from the ashes.
The road has been long and rocky. My heart feels numb, weary from it all. For the first time in my life I look forward in anticipation at nothing. For as long as I can remember, whether blissfully happy or in a rough spot, there was always the anticipation of something coming. Maybe it was as simple as a vacation, or as wonderful as the birth of a child. Even
My family knows first hand what a huge difference community can make when life is tough. Last Christmas, I warned my children that things would be different. Christmas would be smaller than usual. At the time, they were going through so much that my statement barely registered. Celebrating was the last thing any of us wanted to do. But then, at a Christmas party (which I thought was just a Sunday
Have you heard the song, Blessings, on the radio? You know, the one that goes: …We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering And all the while, You hear each spoken need Yet love is way too much to give us lesser things ‘Cause what if your blessings come through rain drops What if Your healing comes through tears What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it
I’ve tried to slowly dip my toes into the Christmas thing this year. It’s been more low key- less Christmas music, less crafting and cookie making, less talk about Christmas morning excitement. It’s an understated, mindful Christmas season. This year I dreaded decorating for Christmas- as much due to the inevitable battles over Christmas decor with the busy toddler as anything else!I am grateful that I didn’t have to decorate with our
Today my baby turns one! Jonathan is officially a walker now. I tried to live in denial about that, but I finally had to break down and buy him a pair of shoes. For the first week he screamed and clawed at them every time I put them on. Next, he refused to walk in them, picking up his feet with every step like a kitten with cotton on its feet. Now,
It wouldn’t be October without a visit to the pumpkin patch! However for my crew, it’s a tradition that involves a great group of our friends, so this year I was torn between just skipping pumpkins or making new memories. Even though I worried that missing our friends would ruin the trip, I choose to not let fear and sadness keep us trapped at home. It was the first holiday tradition success