Sunday, March 31, 2013

Happy Easter

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As I have thought about Easter this year, my mind again and again has turned to the part of the story beautifully depicted above- the part where Mary returns to an empty tomb.  I can't stop thinking about her grief that in an instant, upon hearing one word, her own name, is changed to inexplicable joy.  A miracle.

I love Easter and although I definitely try to spend time reflecting on the crucifixion and the last week of the Savior's life and the Atonement, I can't help myself from rejoicing in the resurrection.  My heart feels like it could burst when I think about it!  He lives!  I know He does.  And that knowledge changes my life everyday.

Wishing you an Easter full of joy.



Thursday, March 21, 2013

Whirlwind

So remember how we were selling our house?  Well, it sold.  We're under contract.  This week has been a whirlwind.  Our first showing was Tuesday at 4.  We had an offer late Tuesday night.  Wednesday was spent hammering out details of a counter-offer.  Today we're under contract.  

It is surreal and nothing short of a blessing.  We couldn't have asked for things to go any better.  I am grateful and humbled by the blessings that have been poured out.  

And then there are moments I'm caught a little off guard.  I hope when I share the goodness in situations full of blessings like this that life does not appear to be just perky perfect.  It is never my intent to seem like I just have to wish it and it happens or that everything goes our way.  We are blessed beyond measure, but reality exists here just like it does everywhere else.  

I could make a laundry list of the things that are less than perfect, but I don't think there's much to be accomplished by doing that.  I don't need to focus on the things that aren't going well, although they weigh on my heart heavily.  Sometimes I wonder if it would help give critics a dose of perspective to really understand the day to day.  When it comes down to it, my day to day is pretty great.  But everyone has their trials and we're silly to think just because something good is happening for someone that they've escaped their fair share.  

The husband and I take the good with the bad.  We enjoy the sunshine and figure out how to weather the storms that are sure to come.  We try to keep a positive outlook.  And above all, we thank heaven for the blessing to be here together- true abundance.  We have grateful hearts tonight and a knowledge that there is One who is mindful of us and has a plan for our little family right now.  We are so grateful.    

Sunday, March 17, 2013

faces and places




Felt Feb 17 2013 pictures from Christina Felt on Vimeo, pictures by Jessica Haderlie


Somehow, this month has turned into a whirlwind.  March has definitely come in like a lion at our house.  I'm currently bouncing back from round two of strep/sinus infection/flu after round one of antibiotics didn't do enough to get rid of it.  So that's been fun.  Especially when I woke up to round two of being sick on the day we listed our house.  Yes, we did.  We listed our house.

This was not in our plans.  We just finished our basement and made some changes and are finally getting things just the way we want them.  There's room for everyone and room for visitors and space for our family to be as they grow.  But the first time I was in bed this month, I knew it was what we were supposed to do. I had 5 days in bed to think about it and pray about it.  As I prayed I could barely get the words out before I was overcome with peace and warmth that it was right, and that is not how things usually happen for me when it comes to getting answers.  The husband took some time and came to the same conclusion.  Before we knew it we had a contract on a lot about a mile away and a dear friend coming to take decent pictures for us and boxes everywhere as we pare down and put things in storage and clean and de-clutter and our realtor calling with people wanting to see the house while I was sick in bed (I hope "sorry, not today," won't be too much of a deterrent).

I walk through my house right now feeling a little disjointed, knowing that this place where we knew we were supposed to be 7 and a half years ago isn't where we're supposed to be anymore.  It's also interesting to think about who is supposed to be here right now, and what this house will come to mean to them.  I could give them a tour of the room where I've rocked my babies, or the places where we patched the walls after my dad fell through them.  I could tell them about how much salsa and spaghetti sauce I produced out of the harvest of my garden boxes.  I could share with them the countless nights of  chatting shared with the husband and with friends.  I could tell them about the parties hosted and the holidays shared and the hundreds of family dinners around our kitchen table.  We could talk about the neighbors who came and helped build the cover for our deck.  We could talk about the days it took to put together our swing set.  So much to share.

Obviously I am sentimental to the core, but somehow I have also been blessed to feel ready to move on from this space. I know there is somewhere else we're supposed to be, and I'm excited to see how the next chapter unfolds.

In the mean time, I'm counting it as a tender mercy that we had our family pictures taken one more time in this home we love.  Little corners and details were captured that I will love remembering, but more importantly, faces of the people I love.  Moving isn't as hard when I know they're coming with me.


Friday, March 8, 2013

catching up

It's good to be back.  A few days after my last post, I got sick.  Like, I don't remember the last time I was that sick, sick.  I spent Wednesday evening through Sunday in bed with strep throat, a sinus infection, and the flu.  Luckily the husband stayed home part of Thursday and was off Friday through Sunday to hold down the fort around here.  Also luckily I have good friends who will pick up my kids or bring over soup or text me to keep me up to date on life happenings.  Finally by Wednesday this week I was starting to feel like the fog had lifted, and I've spent time this week trying to dig out and get back in the swing of things. 

Being down always brings a good dose of perspective.  I'm grateful for good health.  I'm grateful for the pace of my days.  As exhausting as it may be sometimes, it was hard to lay in bed and not take care of my kids- I missed them and enjoyed the constant string of get well cards and posters they delivered.  I'm grateful for a good support system.  I'm grateful for the ability to be healed- both body and spirit.  

I'm so glad that I'm starting to catch glimpses of spring in the air.  Oh, how I need it.  My kids are stir crazy from what has felt like a long winter, and I am, too.  I'm anxious to dive into projects and clean top to bottom and watch things blossom and welcome change.  

Happy weekend!