Joy: a reflection

In dusting off the blog I found a post I had started but never finished back in 2015 because it still resonates so deeply with what God is doing in my soul it is worthy of fleshing out..

There has been a sweetness that has enriched my life lately. I cannot quiet put my finger on what exactly it is. I find myself stopping and considering my heart and realizing it is overflowing with good things. That sweetness has been felt in the dimpled grin of my one year old as she toddles around doing her toddler thing. I have experienced it in the beauty and wonder of a red moon. Depth was added to my life when my husband and our friends built a small fire pit and we christened it with hot dogs and smores. Truth resounded in my heart as I read article after article about the faithfulness of God. My children’s laughter had brought abounding joy to my soul…..

While I don’t remember the original direction of my post I do know that these good gifts still abound in my life. That toddler is three and the dimpled grin still melts me, the newest 1 year old remind me to slow down and the laughter and zest of the big two remind me time is fleeting. That sweetness that has enriched my life is joy, that beauty and wonder comes from the Giver of good gifts. The fact that God has been teaching me the same things for three years is a tangible sign of His faithfulness even when I am faithless. Joy,a good gift from a good Father.  One worthy to slow down for. One worthy to savor. One worth to seek. Joy.




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In recent days we celebrated my baby’s first birthday and the sudden passing of my father in law. As I laid in bed the night before my little guys first birthday, which happen to fall on the day of the funeral, all I could think of was James 4:14 which reads,

Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.

Living life at both ends of the spectrum really gave me pause to consider what matters. I can get so caught up in the to-do list or shift into survival mode I lose sight of what is important. But God, don’t you love those two little words, but God has a way of aligning my focus and calling me to something more.

My husband and I have been talking about what legacy we want to leave our children. Of course we would love to provide for them in a monetary fashion but when all is said and done our prayer is that we want them to know and love Jesus. That brings me to asking myself the very practical “how” do we do this?

And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another. For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit.

2 Corinthians 3:18

We are transformed by beholding the glory of the Lord by the power of the Spirit. This legacy of faith is what is worthy to pass on to our kids. It has eternal significance. Practically speaking that means I am reading the Word, I am persistent in prayer, I am feeding my mind with biblical truths through conversations, sermons and podcasts, I am talking about the Lord to my kids and others I am encountering. I am a work in progress but by the grace of God and the power of the Spirit He who began a good work in me will complete it.


Dusting off the blog… and a confession.

It is always a little humbling to come back to something you have neglected far to long. It is like finally cleaning out the junk drawer or deep cleaning the fridge. How did so much time past when you kept “meaning” to get to it. Today the junk drawer still exists and I am not even going to consider the refrigerator but I am going to write.

The truth is there is some fear in putting yourself out there. I feel like blogging these days has to be about 3 steps to having a better day, some amazing food recipe or some wonderful “how to” get the proverbial it done. Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful for those posts because I read them often… they just aren’t me.

Truthfully, I feel under qualified to speak to anything authoritatively but I love to share life and I love to share stories. Something I have learned about myself recently is I am hesitant to try new things unless I have it all figured out. Which is why blogging has been slow going for me. I felt like I needed to know the “how” of blogging to make sure I was doing it right. I needed to know my target audience, I needed the right social media platforms. I got lost in the whole reason I wanted to write.

I wanted to write to process, to think, to share, to reflect and to remember. I want to write about my husband, my kids and my God. I want to share the story God is writing in my life as I journey towards more.