Our story

Sometimes I think we make things seem so black and white. Sometimes it seems as if our culture thinks that something that isn't glamorous or easy can't also be good--good to the very core.

Confession: If you were a fly on my wall Thursday late afternoon you would have seen me lying on the kitchen floor wailing, "I'm just soooo tired. I just need Joel to be home. I. just. need. Booooo hoooo hooooo. "

It wasn't pretty, this little break down of mine. But you know how in those most broken moments, how God reaches in and teaches that broken heart things that will never leave you?

That is what has been happening in my life lately. I've been tired this past couple of weeks. Weary, really. Completely bare as I go about my days. Changing diapers. Changing clothes. Teaching little ones to share. Rescuing little ones from danger. Wiping noses. Changing diapers. Cleaning. Chopping, stirring, baking. "Stop whining Amelia." "Sam, I think you need some time on your mat." Breathe. Breathe. Clean. Kiss. Read. Cuddle. Carry. Push. Bathe. I needed a break and God brought the Hunts to our home just in time.

You know what else He brought though? Deep, to the heart's core whisperings about His purposes for me. About the sacredness of mothering and being a wife--being the keeper of my home. Whisperings about opening my heart to the needs of those around me (and not just S and A). Whisperings about finding rest and allowing people to help. About being humble in this journey of motherhood. Whisperings about remembering that I am His child first. Before being a mother, before being a wife to my Joelie...I am a child of God. He has purposes for me. Purposes that He will energize me for.

So, though a breakdown on the kitchen floor isn't glamorous, and though mothering is not always easy--being brought to a place where you are open to His whisperings is good. Good to the core. And for that I am thankful. Hope you are having a restful (at least in spirit) weekend as well, Jen