The day of my birth has rolled around once again. Having kids has totally distorted my awareness of my age. I am pretty sure that I’ve been telling people that i’m 28 for a couple years now. After 25, I haven’t kept count. This last year has flown by. Much due to the fact that being pregnant while chasing a toddler is a definite workout. I feel like I just gave birth to Josiah. In reality that was two whole years ago.
And just a year ago I was hanging out with these two in Wilmington. We were a party of three.
Now there are four. FOUR. We fill a whole car.
I sat and looked through my prayer books and read through what I had hoped and dreamed for. I flipped through the painted pages of my History Book and was reminded of God’s promises and His heart for me. I looked at our journey. I became immediately overwhelmed. It has been a difficult year. I had two rough pregnancies back to back. And motherhood ushered me into a season of isolation. I never realized how much I loved community until I found myself without it. But I am grateful that I am obsessed with Moleskines and Cageless Bird journals. And so grateful that even in the midst of all the madness that I documented the joyous moments. There is hope in those pages.
That hope fills me with excitement for what lies ahead. I have the sweetest family, a heart full of dreams, and the hope to sustain me.
Out of the glorious riches may he strengthen you with power through his spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your heart through faith. That you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wife and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. Ephesians 3