FOR EVERYTHING A SEASON

For quite some time now I have thought about whether or not to start a blog. Although I have journaled for years, doing so in a public fashion is a bit daunting . The one big question I have for myself is “why would I not just keep it to a personal diary?”

It seems to me that writing for “other eyes” will, in some ways, keep me more focused and accountable. I may look at circumstances from a different view and find reasons to write about them. I am not a great writer, often lacking the exact words I want to say, but I hope to improve with practice. My desire is that through my journaling I will be able to better see the hand of God in my life as a whole and in the every day. In seeing the brevity in the stages of our life, I wish to focus on appreciating the moments.

So here I go . . . at the stage of my life where I’m reflecting on past opportunities and hope for the future. My husband and I are empty nesters again . . . I say again, because that’s how we started. When we were dating, we wrote letters to each other weekly for two years! (snail mail letters – I feel very old)

Recently I spent an afternoon reading through these mushy love letters, most of which were promptly destroyed. When my husband honey came home from work that day, I was by the stove cooking. As he came in, I said, “Do you realize that we are living our dream come true?” He obviously needed some clarification. I said, “Well, I’m cooking for you and we are sleeping together.” Bluntly spoken, those were our dreams in our dating days, which I'd been immersed into for an afternoon!
At this time I feel like the whole next stage of raising kids has been a whirlwind that just passed us by and here we are . . . back to where we started.

Seasons have come and gone, and God willing, more will come, to which I look forward. I have a peace and assurance from past experiences that God will continue to be our refuge and strength. He truly has given me the desires of my heart, not necessarily how I would have pictured, sometimes through hard things, but He who made me and has a purpose for my life, somehow does know best.