I went inside and cried again that afternoon. I wept because my pride was nowhere to be found and I wept because of the kindness of the island. People who were indeed giving us everything we needed and more. They have and continue to honour us with the supplies we need for our journey. They show us empathy and understanding. They reach out and offer us advice and help on a daily basis. The depth of humanity here has blown me away.
I’ve told my girls that this star is leading me home. If I just look at it long enough and follow it with my thoughts and mind I inevitably will end up HOME. I have told them that it was put in the sky for this time, like a sign from God Himself. A reminder that home is on the other side of the night.
YOUR WORDS CARRY WEIGHT. When you throw them out there loosely or with passion and conviction YOU CAN NOT TAKE THEM BACK. Are we aware of the power of our words to go forth and create something?
I haven’t written anything on this blog in over a year. There are so many moments prior to this that I should have penned my thoughts to soothe my soul, but, in the busy way I have chosen to live my life I just couldn’t seem to make this a priority space. And so, here...
Now I know most “good pastors and leaders” don’t ask WHY? They know how to power on and make sure everyone thinks they’re super human and perfect but I figure I’ve already thrown out that stereotype, so here I am pretty exposed- asking God WHY?
A few weeks back I had a conversation with someone about my inability to run like I used to. I’m experiencing some physical challenges post babies three and four and as much as my mind wants to run marathons and reach my activity goals (thanks a lot Discovery) my body...
And then this week dawned. I felt it. I felt a shift. It’s not like the busyness magically dissipated but rather I leant into taking a few moments here and there for me. Call it what you want. Maybe it’s “self love’ which is all the rage. Maybe its just a deep knowing that there are things I unapologetically can’t live without to stay healthy. Maybe I’m just fed up with the busyness that I am creating. Who knows? But I have done some strangely unique things this week.
6 months ago today I was sitting in an ICU ward with my baby girl and the uncontrollable unknown of her health and future was harrowing and dark. I’ve walked a slow and steady road of healing since then, but yet, as Christmas approaches and studies show that family and religious practices contribute more to our happiness than consumerism, seriously how profound, I feel that there is so much we could have lost if Honor was not here
Yesterday as I was driving around trying to navigate my “fix it list”, I literally felt a quiet whisper within myself say. Just do one thing at a time. Now I know right, it seems pretty obvious but it hadn’t occurred to me until that moment that maybe, just maybe, I didn’t have to have everything ‘fixed’ all at once. I would 100% survive a week or so of inconvenience and maybe life would be less frenetic and the pressure would disperse if I just approached one problem at a time and called in the right people to help me with my need.