Sitting in the Starbucks of the Charlotte airport, I can\u2019t\nhelp but stare at the blank screen in front of me. Staring, because I can\u2019t\nseem to muster up the thoughts I want to write down. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Frozen, because the weight of life over the past few months\nis more than I\u2019m able to adequately put into words. And if you know me, you\nknow I tend to over-think and over \u201cperfect\u201d things. There is no clean cut,\nnormal, or easy way to explain how the past several months have been for us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But there are beautiful things. Things that are wonderful\nand awe-inspiring. Things we were privy to and continue to be a part of that\nare so much bigger than us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I continue to find that my days are filled with a mixture of\ngrief, newness of life through our beautiful baby boy, and an overall fogginess\nas a result of exhaustion. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thoughts swim through my head about the manifestation of the\ndisease I am faced with, how the events of recent days have affected it and how\nto treat it more properly. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I think about the tragedy and beauty of adoption. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I think about my dad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the midst of all of this, my husband and I are kicking\nthe daily grind into full gear as we nurture sick kids, confront frequent\nmiddle-of-the-night toddler tantrums, and keep our littlest one on his daily\nfeeding schedule. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I heal, physically and emotionally from the events of the\npast months, and as I bask in the growth of our little family, I want this\nspace online to be a place of peace. Not only for me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
My hope is that you would find connection. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have learned that connection comes so much more naturally\nwhen you share the true parts of yourself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We all want the everyday moments of our lives to be\ncomfortable, easy. Being vulnerable is neither of those things. And yet, we\nfind that once we open up, embrace our imperfections, and generate honesty\nabout what is happening in our souls, we can finally reach our truest selves,\nthe person that we were created to be. It\u2019s not an easy place to stay, but it\u2019s\nworth every bit of effort to get there day in and day out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This is the place where true friendship begins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Most significant of all, it\u2019s where we can commune with God.\nBecause He knows us down to our core, and He has always loved us. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
As you read my thoughts, I hope that this is where they\nguide you\u2026 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Away from an automatic, simple, day to day \u201cI\u2019m fine\u201d\nmentality, and toward true soul satisfying, peace-giving connection with both\nyour Creator and the people you live life with. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
If the ones you live life with and spend most of your time\nwith are children, it becomes increasingly clear that in order to pass these\ntruths onto them we must first understand them fully ourselves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You can find me here, stepping outside of the privacy of my\nown soul in an effort to grasp these truths with a clenched fist. As a result,\nmay our little ones learn how important it is to seek the truth for themselves,\ngrasp it, and hold onto it for dear life. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I process and share about the following:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Adoption<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Chronic Illness<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Death of a loved one<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My perspective will be from the vantage point of motherhood.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mothering in the midst of suffering. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Motherhood isn\u2019t easy, nor are any of the things mentioned\nabove. If any of these touch you in some way, I hope you\u2019ll stick around. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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