I read lots of blogs. I love other people's blogs. I love them because they are real. The words in them aren't all glossy and perfect and combed through by editors and publishers. I read them because these are women that put their heart out there on the internet and it's not always pretty. It's not perfect.
I need real right now. I want real. I am one big emotional mess. I go through the motions of my day. I throw a load of laundry in the washer. I start the crock pot for dinner. I bend down to pick up Grace and comfort her but, I am not really present. I am distracted. Shaken. Tearful. Scared. Yet, I put one foot in front of the other and walk forward.
I do all this because I need to. And, the last thing I want to do is read some article in a women's magazine about the perfect mother who knows how to do life so perfectly. I can't stomach that right now.
So, I turn on the computer and read the words of my friends who are in the trenches of life. Up to their elbows in laundry piles and baby spit up. Who are looking for grace in their dirty floors and highchairs that smell of sour milk. Those women who stayed up all night with a puking baby and are living on caffein and sugar.
I open the blogs of my dear friends. I open my heart to their wisdom.
Here is one that reached down into my soul. She reached deep and helped me struggle out of this computer chair. She gave me the courage to make another lunch and pick my kids up with a smile. Thank you, Glennon. Thank you.
And this is what I needed to hear today. Today when I continue to wait. Wait to be with my niece and sister in Denver. Wait for the Dr.'s and the surgery and the healing to start. Wait. And pray. Gaining strength by the second by everyone around me. Every text. Every message. Every email. It all means so much and soon it will be Sunday. It will be Easter and Amaya will be back home and we will all continue in love.
It’s the greatest story ever told and that is because we ALREADY KNOW IT. It’s the story of our lives, our days, our bodies, our relationships and every flower and tree.
If it’s Friday for you- keep breathing. If it’s Saturday for you, keep waiting and watching. If it’s Easter for you- NOTICE AND REJOICE AND TELL ABOUT IT. Keep Easter tucked in your heart to pull back out and Remember when Friday comes again.
DO NOT BE AFRAID when it’s Friday or Saturday. REMEMBER that Sunday always comes.
Easter is always, always on its way.
That’s the Good News. For EVERYBODY.
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It’s the greatest story ever told and that is because we ALREADY KNOW IT. It’s the story of our lives, our days, our bodies, our relationships and every flower and tree.
If it’s Friday for you- keep breathing. If it’s Saturday for you, keep waiting and watching. If it’s Easter for you- NOTICE AND REJOICE AND TELL ABOUT IT. Keep Easter tucked in your heart to pull back out and Remember when Friday comes again.
DO NOT BE AFRAID when it’s Friday or Saturday. REMEMBER that Sunday always comes.
Easter is always, always on its way.
That’s the Good News. For EVERYBODY.
- See more at: http://momastery.com/blog/#sthash.8tV25j0S.dpuf
I need real right now. I want real. I am one big emotional mess. I go through the motions of my day. I throw a load of laundry in the washer. I start the crock pot for dinner. I bend down to pick up Grace and comfort her but, I am not really present. I am distracted. Shaken. Tearful. Scared. Yet, I put one foot in front of the other and walk forward.
I do all this because I need to. And, the last thing I want to do is read some article in a women's magazine about the perfect mother who knows how to do life so perfectly. I can't stomach that right now.
So, I turn on the computer and read the words of my friends who are in the trenches of life. Up to their elbows in laundry piles and baby spit up. Who are looking for grace in their dirty floors and highchairs that smell of sour milk. Those women who stayed up all night with a puking baby and are living on caffein and sugar.
I open the blogs of my dear friends. I open my heart to their wisdom.
Here is one that reached down into my soul. She reached deep and helped me struggle out of this computer chair. She gave me the courage to make another lunch and pick my kids up with a smile. Thank you, Glennon. Thank you.
LIFE
HURTS, BUT LOVE WINS
“Resurrection
means that the Worst Thing is never the Last Thing.” – Beuchner
Hang
on, Beloveds.
If
it’s awful, it’s not over.
Good Friday means that Life Hurts.
Saturday means that if we wait and hope and keep vigil- Easter Sunday will come
to prove that Love Wins.
Friday, Saturday, Sunday. Pain,
Waiting, Redemption.
It’s the greatest story ever told
and that is because we ALREADY KNOW IT. It’s the story of our lives, our days,
our bodies, our relationships and every flower and tree.
If it’s Friday for you- keep
breathing. If it’s Saturday for you, keep waiting and watching. If it’s Easter
for you- NOTICE AND REJOICE AND TELL ABOUT IT. Keep Easter tucked in your heart
to pull back out and Remember when Friday comes again.
DO NOT BE AFRAID when it’s Friday or
Saturday. REMEMBER that Sunday always comes.
Easter is always, always on its way.
And this is what I needed to hear today. Today when I continue to wait. Wait to be with my niece and sister in Denver. Wait for the Dr.'s and the surgery and the healing to start. Wait. And pray. Gaining strength by the second by everyone around me. Every text. Every message. Every email. It all means so much and soon it will be Sunday. It will be Easter and Amaya will be back home and we will all continue in love.
LIFE HURTS, BUT LOVE WINS
“Resurrection means that the Worst Thing is never the Last Thing.” – Beuchner
Hang on, Beloveds.
If it’s awful, it’s not over.
Good
Friday means that Life Hurts. Saturday means that if we wait and hope
and keep vigil- Easter Sunday will come to prove that Love Wins.
Friday, Saturday, Sunday. Pain, Waiting, Redemption.It’s the greatest story ever told and that is because we ALREADY KNOW IT. It’s the story of our lives, our days, our bodies, our relationships and every flower and tree.
If it’s Friday for you- keep breathing. If it’s Saturday for you, keep waiting and watching. If it’s Easter for you- NOTICE AND REJOICE AND TELL ABOUT IT. Keep Easter tucked in your heart to pull back out and Remember when Friday comes again.
DO NOT BE AFRAID when it’s Friday or Saturday. REMEMBER that Sunday always comes.
Easter is always, always on its way.
That’s the Good News. For EVERYBODY.
- See more at: http://momastery.com/blog/#sthash.8tV25j0S.dpuf
LIFE HURTS, BUT LOVE WINS
“Resurrection means that the Worst Thing is never the Last Thing.” – Beuchner
Hang on, Beloveds.
If it’s awful, it’s not over.
Good
Friday means that Life Hurts. Saturday means that if we wait and hope
and keep vigil- Easter Sunday will come to prove that Love Wins.
Friday, Saturday, Sunday. Pain, Waiting, Redemption.It’s the greatest story ever told and that is because we ALREADY KNOW IT. It’s the story of our lives, our days, our bodies, our relationships and every flower and tree.
If it’s Friday for you- keep breathing. If it’s Saturday for you, keep waiting and watching. If it’s Easter for you- NOTICE AND REJOICE AND TELL ABOUT IT. Keep Easter tucked in your heart to pull back out and Remember when Friday comes again.
DO NOT BE AFRAID when it’s Friday or Saturday. REMEMBER that Sunday always comes.
Easter is always, always on its way.
That’s the Good News. For EVERYBODY.
- See more at: http://momastery.com/blog/#sthash.8tV25j0S.dpuf
Sending lots of love your way. Life is hard. Loving is hard. Parenting is hard. Keeping alive, through it all, the small flames of who we are is hard. Praying for you and your family, today.
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