a puddle of glory in a busy day

the girls are napping. the birds are singing in the trees. I have a steaming cup of chai in my hand. and the soundtrack to my days is playing quietly in the background. my soul can breathe in moments like these. it's like a puddle of glory in the middle of my day.

I don't always savor these moments, or find them, or create them. often I miss them because my eyes are full of my phone, or because the to do list is too long and who can afford to stop? and it takes work- stop, steep the chai, turn on the music, put down the phone. but when I don't pause and savor I am essentially throwing the gift of this moment into the face of God. He graciously gives us all things. and I am too busy to receive.

there are moments when I am getting things done, enjoying this season of part-time ministry outside the house, and then there are others when I am losing my mind at the two-ness of my two year old and fuming as I make four lunches before school. part of me thinks I can just run with it. and then there are moments like this when I realize I might not be fully recovered yet and need to slow down and let Him keep healing my heart. and it's good and necessary to listen to what our souls need.

thanks for joining me on this journey. it feels really good to write again.

are you able to find moments in your day to pause? what does that look like for you in whatever season you find yourself in? 

**also, have you heard of Zachary Bruno? Dawn light is the soundtrack to my days and it's amazing how quickly music can change the tone of your day.

Quietly...

As the thunder rolls in the distance and the clouds gather over the city... I'm peeking back into this space- it's been long- and I've missed it.

we have traversed a season of quiet brokenness and of healing, of grieving and of growing and I am looking around this online space feeling almost like a stranger. I read back on old posts and I am stunned by my own thoughts (for good or ill). Some posts are hitting me profoundly. Others make me shake my head and wonder who that person is.

Also, I'm not quite sure how the landscape of the blogosphere has changed while I've been away. I don't know if I can or want to try and keep up. Do I still fit in this space? Are blogs even a thing anymore?

I know that I am different. I also know I still have much to say. But there isn't this urge to be heard. Or this pressure to produce. It's more like a home-sickness. Like a wistful glance at an old photo of a sweet time and place I'll never get back.

The Lord has brought us through a difficult season and the answers don't come as easy as they used to. But even though I've been quiet here on the blog He hasn't stopped speaking. He has been meeting me and filling me... So as I think about returning to this space, I'm pretty sure it's more for me than for you. But I would love to have some traveling companions.