Oh, I'm so happy to be back filling these blank white pages with tiny black letters and putting the stirrings of my heart into words. How I've missed it. I'm in the midst of putting together my Friday post and it has made me so happy to sit and piece together some of my little loves to share over the past week. Ah, sweet routine.
We have been slowly coming out of what was, truly, the busiest season of our lives. From the time we moved into our house on April 1st until the end of June our home has been a blur of visitors and roommates, wedding planning and showers, continuing to settle ourselves in the house, and the weddings themselves. We titled that season as thoroughly happy and unendingly busy. So much was wrapped up in those 3 months.
We watched our baby sis get married and gained the sweetest brother. We then watched one of our dearest friends marry the man we've prayed for years for her. We were able to see almost all of our precious family in a months time as well as many of our closest friends. We were able to host loved ones in our new HOUSE. We had extra special time with my oldest brother and sis-in-love and darling nephews which was so refreshing. We had a lovely visit with Momma Coobs and, thanks to her, a small getaway just the two of us for the second wedding. We found out about several new little ones that the Lord has gifted to friends who have walked through so much over the past years, hoping for this day. We celebrated, we were exhausted, we were stretched and tried, we had many laughs and happy tears, we lived the past 3 months to the fullest and were thankful.
We did breathe a sigh of rest, though, when we could begin settling back into normalcy, and when it could just be us. We stocked our memory tanks full and we've carried them tightly back into our everyday. By nature, we are homebodies. We thrive in routine, we prefer when every evening doesn't have plans, when we have the freedom to just be us in a day. Constant going isn't easy for us, it stretches our introvert selves and pushes the limits of our little one. But this uniquely busy season was good for us, for a number of reasons.
It pushed us outside ourselves in many ways. It made us realize, again, that we are far from self-sufficient and we must must must depend on that daily grace and strength of our Father. It ripped out selfishness from our hearts and made us realize, "hey, we can do all things through Him!" It gave us greater insight into our Little and taught us to be even more bold in guarding her needs. It taught us to ask for help. It caused us to practice saying, "no" when we needed to, which isn't the easiest word for us to voice. We learned to find the beauty in the busy and focus on that, to be grateful for it and not wish it away. And we learned how to take the pockets of rest we were given and make the most of it.
Even amidst the non-stop days there are those pockets. You have to pay attention to their coming and savor them when they arrive, we learned. And when they come other things need to be set aside: the cleaning can wait, emails can sit one more day unanswered, the phone can be left in another room. You take those pockets and you live them well, being with your people and taking in those moments you're experiencing with them right then. Then those little pockets quickly become the very best kind of hours and days that weren't written down on your calendar, and the ones that fuel you up for the next dose of busy. I love those pockets.
Each season of life brings its own unique mix of the beautiful and the hard, all of it having passed through the perfectly wise hands of a loving God. I want to live them all well, with honesty, with an eager desire to love those around me so well, and with "eternity stamped on my eyeballs" because that makes all the difference.
Thanks for letting me share. I'm just so glad to be back with you dear ones.