After my last weepy post, I have been blessed by the hugs, reassurances, and reminders of faithful friends all around me. It is difficult for me to know the balance between honesty and what could come across as, “Pity me, please,” that is so often inundating our lives… or walls. It is my true hope that I can be real both in life and in writing. That what you see is what you get. I have daily struggles, and validating that fact is better than ignoring them. I want to convey a well-balanced story of my heart and life, without being depressing or making one cock their head and wonder if everything is always perfect. My life is an open book, and I hope I can be courageous enough to show you not only the beautiful parts of it, but also the difficult and sometimes ugly. Ultimately, everything points to Jesus, the Author and Perfector of my faith.
This week has been full of spring-time activities. A long-anticipated visit from an old friend. Night-time talks on the front porch. Roses from our garden in full bloom. Putting a bathing suit on Betty for the first time.
Strawberry picking with the kids.
The boys decked themselves out the other day in this fashion. Paperclips in their ears, gaudy jewelry, and the usual bling all over Jack. They love to be tough and strong. They can also be so gentle and loving. I am constantly amazed by this sweet balance that both they and their Daddy possess.
Speaking of Matthew… he took me on a date Friday night. We enjoyed live music at Burlap & Bean, with some delicious coffee and tea. We had some much-needed time to reconnect and pray together.
Tonight he is running through most of the night in preparation for his ultra-marathon next month. We will be posting more details about it soon. I plan on interviewing him myself to answer the many questions poised his way. In fact, if you have any questions about his goal of running 100 miles in 24 hours, please post them in the comments, and I’ll be sure to add them to the interview!
God painted a beautiful rainbow this evening. I ran outside in the rain with a cardboard box on my head, squealing at the sight. I always try to imagine I’m Noah, seeing a rainbow for the first time. It always works, and I’m amazed every time. God’s promises will never ever fail.