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About three years ago we moved into this little house of ours. We walked right into a brand-new house and (in three years) have successfully chipped paint on quite a few walls here and there. You know normal living..with children!!
We were happy, and thrilled to move in. Even the kids had already decided what room they would like. It was a sweet moment that we'll never forget.
That is what we were supposed to feel on the outside.
What you don't know is what we were feeling on the inside. At the time we were dealing with some deep issues with Evan and now that I look back on it, I think it marked grand finale on a season of sadness over us.
It should be no surprise to anyone that in every momentous occasion, there is always happiness and sadness felt simultaneously.
People would tell us how great they thought our house was and you know, all the niceties people normally do. We wanted to share in the sentiment. But inside we were heart-broken. One evening, Scott and I were hashing out raw emotions..you know, when the reality of life breaks into your marriage, and we looked at each other in utter agreement and decided we would have traded this house for a shack if it would have made it easier for Evan. Nothing seemed to take away the pain of having the burden of uncertainty tied to our necks. Material possessions never deliver, do they?!
I prayed and prayed and waited and waited..and it felt like I kept getting pushed under the waves until I could hardly breathe and boy, did it feel like eternity waiting for some sign of air and dry land..!
Eventually, I came up out of the surface.
And I found out that joy doesn't come unless we walk through the pain.
Life hands some of us pivotal circumstances that we think are impossible to walk through, but instead I offer another alternative..that it shapes us into who the are becoming.
We will never know the truth about our strength because it shifts and alters when we need it.
The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of those depths.
I suppose I do feel like I am on my way to becoming this beautiful person. In a way, the pain is an offering, that every time I share a piece of it, I can also release a piece of it.
Nowadays, we are a pretty crazy family. We like to eat together every night at our dinner table (if we can). I know that sounds bizarre, but it's important to us. Scott and I share lots of time together talking in the kitchen while we clean up together. It paces us as a family, brings us together. We may or may not read a devotional (or Evan's Awanas book at the table..to play catch up!).
I know what your thinking, and it's true.
My husband is pretty awesome!! :)
Thanks for stopping by..! :)
We were happy, and thrilled to move in. Even the kids had already decided what room they would like. It was a sweet moment that we'll never forget.
That is what we were supposed to feel on the outside.
What you don't know is what we were feeling on the inside. At the time we were dealing with some deep issues with Evan and now that I look back on it, I think it marked grand finale on a season of sadness over us.
It should be no surprise to anyone that in every momentous occasion, there is always happiness and sadness felt simultaneously.
People would tell us how great they thought our house was and you know, all the niceties people normally do. We wanted to share in the sentiment. But inside we were heart-broken. One evening, Scott and I were hashing out raw emotions..you know, when the reality of life breaks into your marriage, and we looked at each other in utter agreement and decided we would have traded this house for a shack if it would have made it easier for Evan. Nothing seemed to take away the pain of having the burden of uncertainty tied to our necks. Material possessions never deliver, do they?!
I prayed and prayed and waited and waited..and it felt like I kept getting pushed under the waves until I could hardly breathe and boy, did it feel like eternity waiting for some sign of air and dry land..!
Eventually, I came up out of the surface.
And I found out that joy doesn't come unless we walk through the pain.
Life hands some of us pivotal circumstances that we think are impossible to walk through, but instead I offer another alternative..that it shapes us into who the are becoming.
We will never know the truth about our strength because it shifts and alters when we need it.
The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of those depths.
I suppose I do feel like I am on my way to becoming this beautiful person. In a way, the pain is an offering, that every time I share a piece of it, I can also release a piece of it.
Nowadays, we are a pretty crazy family. We like to eat together every night at our dinner table (if we can). I know that sounds bizarre, but it's important to us. Scott and I share lots of time together talking in the kitchen while we clean up together. It paces us as a family, brings us together. We may or may not read a devotional (or Evan's Awanas book at the table..to play catch up!).
I know what your thinking, and it's true.
Thanks for stopping by..! :)
What a precious family you are! We so enjoy you guys. Hope to return the hosting to our house soon.
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