Around this time last year, I found myself sitting in the waiting room of an Ob/Gyn just a few days before Mother's Day. I was simply there for a routine check-up, which I'd put off for years. I wasn't in a "season of waiting" at the time, but I was surprised at how quickly the memories came back to me. Those old familiar feelings of wondering and waiting--of years with no answers; of not knowing how to plan for the future. I remembered how it hurt to wait and to receive disappointment in place of promising expectation. I pulled my phone out that day and wrote this note to myself:
"Being in this waiting room reminds me of my journey to my children: full of twists and turns; broken pieces that God made beautiful. There is a soft spot that is buried down really deep. I didn't know that it was still there...I think God wants me to remember and to reach out. Motherhood is not a given, it is a gift. Maybe one day I'll be an old lady and still have that soft spot. I hope so, so that I can reach out to others and encourage them. I don't ever want to forget."
Now, I am no expert at the waiting game--honestly, I am still not very good at it. But I do have some experience with waiting (you can read more about that part of my story here and here), and there are some things I have learned that I feel are worth sharing:
I am the unofficial family photographer at all of my family functions. I love it. I have captured some of the best smiles and laughs from my nieces and nephews at birthday parties, vacations, Easter egg hunts--you name it.
It's become a tradition that I make my mom a calendar every Christmas featuring some of these photo treasures. Because the calendar can only hold so many photos, a lot of precious moments remain stored on my computer and never really see the light of day. Read More
Last spring, my husband and I made an ottoman for our living room, and I have struggled with what to put "on" the ottoman ever since! I have tried out several blankets (because I wanted something to break up the solid color of the ottoman and add some texture) but they always ended up too big or too lumpy when folded, especially since we like to keep a tray on the ottoman for coffee cups and other things when we have guests over.
I was looking for something that would add some warmth and "hygge" (hue-guh, the popular Danish art of creating coziness : ) to our living room for the winter. Read More
In the weeks leading up to our placement with our sweet Solly, I heard a song that I just couldn't get out of my head. It became my anthem in the waiting and wondering. I sang it all day long...
The mountain where I climbed
The valley where I fell
You were there all along
That’s the story I’ll tell
You brought the pieces together
Made me this storyteller
Now I know it is well, it is well
That’s the story I’ll tell
-Morgan Harper Nichols Read More