It's been awhile I know.
I miss writing here but life happens and well here I sit.
I wish I could say it has all been rainbows and unicorns around here
and maybe it has
and I've just missed it.
I tend to get in a funk and what seems to be surrounding me are black clouds and ogres.
Something happened this last year,
and it took me awhile to put my finger on what it was,
what it is.
I'm not sure if I've nailed it, but I think I have.
I've struggled with the season of life I'm in.
Not because it's bad or tough,
but because it is.
Changing seasons can be hard.
Especially when that change is because of circumstances outside my choosing/control/desire.
I kept finding myself saying, "it just wasn't suppose to be this way".
For the last 20 years I had this picture,
this dream in my mind of what life would be like when I was 40.
I'd have no kids at home.
I'd be working at or toward my new "dream job".
I'd be working outside the home.
Steve and I would have evenings to walk the beach,
weekends to sleep in,
I figured about now we would be considering a move back north...
...and the list goes on.
But that's not my reality.
I have a 3-year-old,
a 21-year-old living in back bedroom (a room that has become a ministry bedroom)
and my youngest son is moving back home after a year away at college (he realized commuting to college is cheaper than living there).
My job is the same as it's been for 22 years and looks like it has another 15 to go.
I work inside the home still,
Steve and I rarely walk the beach, if ever,
my weekends certainly do not involve sleeping or
romantic dinners and well let's just say my home is here, south of the Mason-Dixon line in the sunny south.
I've had to let go of some dreams
and really let them die.
They just won't happen in my time frame or happen at all.
I've let them go.
It's only when things die that new life can come;
new dreams can grown.
Perhaps God is in the business of raising some of those dreams back to life,
perhaps He has something new and fresh to grow from the ashes?
Whatever the case, it's been a tough.
A tough changing of seasons- not much looks or feels or is the same around here.
New is happening.
New is good.
I have chosen to embrace the newness,
of course this embracing followed a tough season of depression and negative self-talk. Hashing out my inner most thoughts with God, crying out, soaking my pillow.
Oh how thankful I am that He is there, ready to listen, take on my pain, catch my tears;
ever so gently and full of mercy He helps me up and on with my life here on planet earth.
The Lord is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love, from Psalm 103
In some ways I've come full circle.
In the same place I was 22 years ago.
Embarking on a new parenting journey, stepping into a new land, a new place.
I find myself in a place I didn't dream in my own head
instead a place God has dreamed for me.
I have new opportunities and a growing event planning business
my love of travel is hopefully, Lord willing, taking on some form of a more public platform, visit that blog over here.
Life with a 3-year-old is a blessing, I learn so much from her every day, she reminds me of how fun life is, even when it doesn't go as planned.
How to laugh more,
play and get dirty more,
embrace the moment, the wind, the birds, the sun, the rain,
oh the rain- we dance in it a lot;
and to stand up and say no, because sometimes a firm hands on the hips, single foot stomp "no" is in order.
I've learned the joy and the pain of moving children out of the house ----
and the joy and pain of moving others in.
I have learned that it is through living under the same roof with strangers that we learn
and practice grace
So that's where I've been,
cleaning off sticky messes,
peeling my head off soggy pillows,
and trusting and believing God that this new season is worth all the pain, disappointment, letting go and dying.
I am looking at where He's brought me.
The waters that have been parted
and the dry ground I have had the opportunity to walk on.
We've come full circle God and I and this time I can look at my rocks of remembrance and bravely enter this new season.
So while it hasn't been rainbows and unicorns
the black clouds have reminded me of how brilliantly the light of Christ shines with a dark backdrop
and the ogres, well they aren't unicorns but they sure do make me laugh!
enjoy your day and smile