After a grueling two months (or more) of house work, painting, juggling contractors, house shopping, bossing solo (I have an out of town husband who only comes home on weekends), driving a state away to drop off my children, flying cross-country at 4AM, driving around Colorado for two days, taking the red-eye back to the east coast, sleeping about three hours, driving home another four hours with tired kids and coming home to a house that was just tramped through by about 50 people... Y’ALL: I AM TIRED.
This has been a productive season; a reflective season; a strengthening and weakening season; a season to get my bearings and consider my moorings. I cannot say that I have sought God in all things, but I have sought Him in most things. And that has made a world of difference. I know that my weakness is His strength and that whatever business I have to leave undone, He will cover with grace. I just have to place my faith on His altar — sometimes multiple times a day. And I have found greater value in His rest. (“So then, a sabbath rest still remains for the people of God; for those who enter God’s rest also cease from their labors as God did from His.” Heb 4:10)
We have cut school for the past few weeks as we have been racing around to make our home presentable for listing. It was necessary to make all the fine-tuning possible, but I see how that has affected my children. Their stability has been taken away and I have to take this week to intentionally get us back on track. Nothing radical, just an hour or so of the basics, along with some fun things thrown in for relaxation. We still need to keep our schedule fairly open and flexible for home showings.
My word for the year (if you subscribe to such a thing, you’ll know this process) is “gratitude”. While I am always passively thankful, I am not actively, vocally, as thankful and gracious as I’d like to be. The trait of gratitude is something I confess I need to cultivate in order to remove a self-focus that frustrates me, my relationships, my relation to God and to my neighbor. Ingratitude makes me small, dull, unproductive and bitter. I am not salt or light if I am not gracious. I cannot be a city on a hill if I do not give thanks for the altitude. I am just tired, bitter, overwhelmed, enduring with gritted teeth (instead of an open hand) and end up creating *more* work for myself — having to undo the knots with which I bind myself.
This season of busyness is not unnecessary, but some of the items in it are. And the way in which I approach it will either grow me or cripple me. My desire is to approach it with confidence, saying “Thank You,” instead of “How much longer is Lent?!”
We set the moving date for our cross-country relocation not knowing that the day we are to arrive in our new home is the Sunday after Easter — Divine Mercy Sunday. If I cannot see God going ahead of me in this — and thank Him for it — I must have a giant log in my eye!
So this post is to share with — AND encourage — you all. Seasons are just that. They end. Spring always comes, along with its flowers. We may be wandering now, but we are not far from home. Thank God for the journey and every stop along the way <3.
This has been a productive season; a reflective season; a strengthening and weakening season; a season to get my bearings and consider my moorings. I cannot say that I have sought God in all things, but I have sought Him in most things. And that has made a world of difference. I know that my weakness is His strength and that whatever business I have to leave undone, He will cover with grace. I just have to place my faith on His altar — sometimes multiple times a day. And I have found greater value in His rest. (“So then, a sabbath rest still remains for the people of God; for those who enter God’s rest also cease from their labors as God did from His.” Heb 4:10)
We have cut school for the past few weeks as we have been racing around to make our home presentable for listing. It was necessary to make all the fine-tuning possible, but I see how that has affected my children. Their stability has been taken away and I have to take this week to intentionally get us back on track. Nothing radical, just an hour or so of the basics, along with some fun things thrown in for relaxation. We still need to keep our schedule fairly open and flexible for home showings.
My word for the year (if you subscribe to such a thing, you’ll know this process) is “gratitude”. While I am always passively thankful, I am not actively, vocally, as thankful and gracious as I’d like to be. The trait of gratitude is something I confess I need to cultivate in order to remove a self-focus that frustrates me, my relationships, my relation to God and to my neighbor. Ingratitude makes me small, dull, unproductive and bitter. I am not salt or light if I am not gracious. I cannot be a city on a hill if I do not give thanks for the altitude. I am just tired, bitter, overwhelmed, enduring with gritted teeth (instead of an open hand) and end up creating *more* work for myself — having to undo the knots with which I bind myself.
This season of busyness is not unnecessary, but some of the items in it are. And the way in which I approach it will either grow me or cripple me. My desire is to approach it with confidence, saying “Thank You,” instead of “How much longer is Lent?!”

So this post is to share with — AND encourage — you all. Seasons are just that. They end. Spring always comes, along with its flowers. We may be wandering now, but we are not far from home. Thank God for the journey and every stop along the way <3.
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