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I dreamed of traveling the world, getting married, and sailing off into the horizon. And I am, only it's a whole lot nittier and grittier than I imagined.
I've always been a dreamer.
As a rowdy child, gymnastics was where I finally found a place to throw my immeasurable energy into.
I just knew I would be in the next Olympics. I could just feel it. I dreamed wildly, lavishly.
Beautiful moments, even the ones mingled with sorrow, captured me. I fell in love with weaving words, trying to communicate things that moved me deeply. Of course, someday I would write a book, I thought. Not just pretty words, but words blended in a way that would breathe fresh air into tired souls, and give courage to young mamas or an exhausted wife.
I dreamed of traveling the world, getting married, and sailing off into the horizon. And I am, only it's a whole lot nittier and grittier than I imagined.
Instead of Pinterest-perfect trips or finished books with the perfect cover, I'm finding the power of LIVING these messy moments. I'm discovering the anointing of God's presence, loving and growing me in the sweatiest of moments.
Instead of "finding who I really am" I'm finding out who GOD is as I do a million mundane chores or put bandaids on skinned toddler knees.
I did marry my best friend and have found marriage to be a sanctuary — safe, holy, and powerful. And yet, I'm discovering in a new way how to listen, grow, and communicate.
I see strands of white blending into my brown hair and new crease marks around my eyes. Somehow I'm realizing I value them, and the lessons and chapters they represent. Suddenly 40 isn't so bad after all.
Maybe someday I will travel the world again or work on a manuscript destined for paper printing, the officially published kind. Maybe... but I cannot get over the stunning reality that right now I'm pushing roots into deeper soil, gaining wisdom that cannot be gained overnight.
This morning my Bible reading agreed,
He is writing this story, and the smudged messy pages behind this one are imperfect but beautiful — just as will be the ones to come.
I'm finding the mystery of life is that it is beauty and imperfection woven together into a glittering fabric — dark threads right next to the ones that capture the gold of the ocean sunset.
This is life
and it's beautiful.
About the author: ### is a stay at home mom with five beautiful children who keep her busy and constantly remind her to get down on her knees, both to laugh with them and to pray for them. ### is happily married to the love of her life, ###, who is currently studying full time to become a Physician's Assistant.
### has learned to lean against the Father in seasons of loss and to dance through the dust in times where hope is renewed. She is passionate about worshipping in each season and often finds herself weaving words encouraging others to do the same. You can find her on Instagram and Facebook. You can find more of her writing on her blog, listed below
r at her blog:
Continue reading...
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I dreamed of traveling the world, getting married, and sailing off into the horizon. And I am, only it's a whole lot nittier and grittier than I imagined.
I've always been a dreamer.
As a rowdy child, gymnastics was where I finally found a place to throw my immeasurable energy into.
I just knew I would be in the next Olympics. I could just feel it. I dreamed wildly, lavishly.
Beautiful moments, even the ones mingled with sorrow, captured me. I fell in love with weaving words, trying to communicate things that moved me deeply. Of course, someday I would write a book, I thought. Not just pretty words, but words blended in a way that would breathe fresh air into tired souls, and give courage to young mamas or an exhausted wife.
I dreamed of traveling the world, getting married, and sailing off into the horizon. And I am, only it's a whole lot nittier and grittier than I imagined.
Instead of Pinterest-perfect trips or finished books with the perfect cover, I'm finding the power of LIVING these messy moments. I'm discovering the anointing of God's presence, loving and growing me in the sweatiest of moments.
Instead of "finding who I really am" I'm finding out who GOD is as I do a million mundane chores or put bandaids on skinned toddler knees.
I did marry my best friend and have found marriage to be a sanctuary — safe, holy, and powerful. And yet, I'm discovering in a new way how to listen, grow, and communicate.
I see strands of white blending into my brown hair and new crease marks around my eyes. Somehow I'm realizing I value them, and the lessons and chapters they represent. Suddenly 40 isn't so bad after all.
Maybe someday I will travel the world again or work on a manuscript destined for paper printing, the officially published kind. Maybe... but I cannot get over the stunning reality that right now I'm pushing roots into deeper soil, gaining wisdom that cannot be gained overnight.
This morning my Bible reading agreed,
He is writing this story, and the smudged messy pages behind this one are imperfect but beautiful — just as will be the ones to come.
I'm finding the mystery of life is that it is beauty and imperfection woven together into a glittering fabric — dark threads right next to the ones that capture the gold of the ocean sunset.
This is life
and it's beautiful.
About the author: ### is a stay at home mom with five beautiful children who keep her busy and constantly remind her to get down on her knees, both to laugh with them and to pray for them. ### is happily married to the love of her life, ###, who is currently studying full time to become a Physician's Assistant.
### has learned to lean against the Father in seasons of loss and to dance through the dust in times where hope is renewed. She is passionate about worshipping in each season and often finds herself weaving words encouraging others to do the same. You can find her on Instagram and Facebook. You can find more of her writing on her blog, listed below
r at her blog: Continue reading...
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