It has been a longer absence than i anticipated, yes.

The days have been so full and what they say is true… when you start really paying attention to the little moments in front of you, life explodes with rich meaning and other things lose their flavor in comparison.

The Internet has seemed a bit like a dry rice cake sitting here after I’ve stuffed myself with a savory Thanksgiving feast and spent more time in prayer and reading and journaling. I’ve had a harder time than anticipated picking it back up again, and for that I apologize.

This Thanksgiving was the most meaningful season of thanks I have ever experienced. This journey of hunting down things to be thankful for had me ripe and primed for the season and the number one thing that I was thankful for this year was for my new heart of gratitude (still in training) that is causing me to love life and enjoy laundry and find daily happiness again.

Christmas lights are appearing now, and my boys are in heaven. Everywhere we go, their little eyes are scouting for the strands of gold and green and red hung with such care on houses that we would otherwise pass by in the dark, unknown.

Truman’s eyes absorb the shimmer and reflect back complete wonder and awe, and this alone could make me wish it was christmas time all year long and forever.

He makes everything new and soft and lovely.

My sweet sister-in-law, Candace, was here for Thanksgiving, and the time spent cozied up on the couch, all of us buried under piles of blankets, talking deep and real and true over hot cups of tea, is one of my new favorite memories. She has a heart of gold that rings clear when you sound it. We love her infinitely.

The air is getting cold and the skies are sharpening. I find myself desperately hoping to find blankets of white outside my windows when I wake. Snow makes me feel warm inside, and I long for its sound-absorbing hush all year long.

We decorated the tree on a Sunday night. Sunday nights have recently become our “no electricity” nights (excepting for Christmas lights, OF COURSE!) and we spend them as a family over board games or books. The boys have flashlights and we light candles and the ever-pressing noise of the outside world is silenced as we fumble around in the dark.

It has been incredible.

This family of mine is worth all of the strugglings with identity and laying down of self that I have wrestled through these past eight years and it will still be worth it all, no matter what arises, in the years to come. I look around this filled-up-to-the-brim little house most days and just shake my head in amazement. What a gift this season of life has been. What a long, and often times confusing, journey that has led me straight into such clarity and purpose!

God truly is the author of all history, in advance. He has guided each of my faltering steps directly to this place, and I can feel Him calling me on again. I will follow, no matter what or where, with even more confidence than before, because I see now that He is always & forever good, and His purposes will never be, CAN never be shaken apart.

10 thoughts on “thankful.

  1. Over the past 8 months I have reevaluated and relearned what thankfulness is. Becoming a foster parent had made me much more appreciative of what you and your husband do as wonderful parents! So for that I say thank you and keep fighting the good fight.

  2. I wish it was Christmas all year long too! And the best part is being with family and remembering to appreciate the endless amount of love one is lucky to have and to give.

    Thanks for the wonderful post!

  3. Aw, welcome back! I have been on strike since you left and was enjoying the break myself too. you are right…the internet does seem REALLY stale when you are inhaling real life with the real people around you.

    we've been blogging awhile, eh? I think it's been like 4 years for me, so breaks are good.

    ok, i'm diving into the laundry for one last swim. maybe i'll blog tomorrow. maybe.

  4. If you haven't heard about it, it's a rich, deep, authentic thing all about gratitute, thanks, mercy, and grace: Just before I moved to Australia for the year, two of my close girlfriends gifted the author of that blog's book to me: One Thousand Gifts. I think you might like it. Also, the song “Worth it All” (I think by allyson prior, can find on you tube, not sure how to spell her name)…………….enjoy your snowy Christmas! I will certainly be ejnoying my hot and humid Christmas, but will appreciate photos from afar of cold Christmases :)

  5. This was beautiful and filled with so much that resonates with me. Life in 3-D. *Real* life. There's nothing like it. There is a place for the amazing technology of the web and of social media…but not as big a place as we are often wont to give it.

  6. I think I say the same thing every single time I comment on your blog, but here I go again: “you are so lovely”.

    And I am inspired by your “no electricity” idea. I'm implementing it immediately. It's brilliant.

  7. Turn the lights off night! Great idea! We kinda did that last night with our pizza picnic in the family room by fire and candle light.

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