I'm actually surprised blogger didn't delete my poor, neglected blog. I've been thinking about this blog for days, weeks maybe. I feel these small promptings to write, to share what is happening in our lives. I think it's just overwhelming and scary to share things close to my heart. I'm always second guessing myself. I think too much about the judgments of others, which of course makes writing more difficult.
Jason and I have been on a wild adventure these last few months getting licensed to be foster parents. It's something we talked about doing when we were dating. I not sure why we are doing it now, just that things are all falling into place. I'm nervous,and excited. I secretly hope for a baby to come into our lives. I also know this path we've decided to take is going to be hard, harder than I can even imagine.
Our kids are growing. I suppose I need to dedicate an entire entry to each of them. They are fun and fill our days with homework and Barbies and books and trucks. My heart is bursting with the love I feel for them, yet, something feels missing.
For now, one day at a time, I hope to catch up with everything. Maybe the small whispers of the Spirit are prompting me to write because someone needs to hear our story. Maybe it's just for me, and Jason, and our family. I guess we live our lives hoping to be led by God, to do the things He would have us do. And through our faith and and obedience we are blessed.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
In The Beginning
Happy New Year!
I've spent the last few weeks thinking about resolutions and changing. About starting over and trying again. My list is long. Diet. Get up earlier. Go to bed on time. Stop yelling at my kids. Do more service. Be a better wife/mom/daughter/sister/aunt. Study more. Read more. Spend less money. Cook more meals. Stick to a budget. Simplify. (Seems like that is the last thing that's going to happen.) Help Jordyn with her homework more. Spend quality time with Tessa. But mostly, and I'm not saying that all of that stuff isn't important to me, but mostly, I want to write.
I'm not a great writer. I might try to hard, or write about dumb things. I might not have anything important to say, or know how to write about the really important things. But I want to try.
And so I'm going to.
I'll write about my kids, my temper, my loves...and a bunch of other stuff.
And then, one day, I'll tell people about all this writing I've done. Until then, I guess I'll keep it a secret. Lock it away. Be honest. And remember that I am Blessed To Be.
I've spent the last few weeks thinking about resolutions and changing. About starting over and trying again. My list is long. Diet. Get up earlier. Go to bed on time. Stop yelling at my kids. Do more service. Be a better wife/mom/daughter/sister/aunt. Study more. Read more. Spend less money. Cook more meals. Stick to a budget. Simplify. (Seems like that is the last thing that's going to happen.) Help Jordyn with her homework more. Spend quality time with Tessa. But mostly, and I'm not saying that all of that stuff isn't important to me, but mostly, I want to write.
I'm not a great writer. I might try to hard, or write about dumb things. I might not have anything important to say, or know how to write about the really important things. But I want to try.
And so I'm going to.
I'll write about my kids, my temper, my loves...and a bunch of other stuff.
And then, one day, I'll tell people about all this writing I've done. Until then, I guess I'll keep it a secret. Lock it away. Be honest. And remember that I am Blessed To Be.
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