Monday started off right, with two cups of perfect coffee and some indoor time with the littlest. I then got to talk to my high school bestie for who knows how long and don't care, because it was great. The irony that I went to a lecture this weekend on "screen time", yeah, well Millie banked all of hers for a couple of weeks. Oh well.
She also colored the rug with "washable" green marker. She is coloring everything lately. walls, hands, feet, chairs, tables. ugh.
me, not winning.
Monday starting sitting heavy on me, too. The usual discontents. The usual unknowns.
The longing to not be a nurse for a season, and then pouring over your finances and just not seeing how it could ever work.
The opportunities are slowly showing up in the realm of possibility, but nothing is too for sure yet, so I am stuck in the waiting place, looking for the writing on the wall, in the sky, my coffee cup. I am not picky about its place. I just want to know.
A season of prayer and waiting seems like a good place to land.
yes?
hello little long lost blog.
Friday, November 14, 2014
oh my. I took a big long break. I have been writing a bit elsewhere. I needed some space to work some things out, but I have missed this little place. So what's been happening? September kind of ambushed us and we pretty much haven't stopped until this week, when the polar vortex or whatever the heck they are calling it this week, hung its solemn hat on our doorstep.
I am not made for this kind of weather. I become bear like with slow movements, conserving every bit of warmth, kindness, and sanity that I can muster up.
But anyway.
I've come to understand myself in a new way these past two months. I realize that I read, experience some spiritual renewal, and then I ride that wave for a month or two, until one day I wake up and the Facebook scrolling and binge Netflix watching rears its ugly head and I feel this deep need to breath real deep and take long, fast walks, grab that boogie board, and jump back on the wave. Life and its perspectives are always shifting, but as my "friend" Anne Lamott says, Grace always bats lasts.
Thank you Jesus.
All that to say, Here I am again! I know the internets are sharing a collective sigh of relief. not so much.
Sooo, general life update.
The girls, getting so big and and so fun to talk to. We've hit this easy-ish stride where everyone can speak in sentences and follow instructions. Annie is taking piano and Amelia thinks she is hot to trot in her little preschool class. There is still lots of whining and general exhaustion all the time, but we are having more fun than not, and well, it's all a big giant blessing.
We are still Catholic! We have finally settled into a parish and I feel more and more home. I have found real peace in the Catholic Church and much love. I hope to write more about that in the coming months. It feels so wonderful to have both of our children in Mass and for their squirminess and coloring books to be genuinely welcomed. We sat right up front this week, and Annie was humming the entire liturgy. I loved that.
Ok, I sense the yawning on the other end. I missed y'all! Happy Friday. Happy Fall.
Much love from T U L S A!
Brooke
I am not made for this kind of weather. I become bear like with slow movements, conserving every bit of warmth, kindness, and sanity that I can muster up.
But anyway.
I've come to understand myself in a new way these past two months. I realize that I read, experience some spiritual renewal, and then I ride that wave for a month or two, until one day I wake up and the Facebook scrolling and binge Netflix watching rears its ugly head and I feel this deep need to breath real deep and take long, fast walks, grab that boogie board, and jump back on the wave. Life and its perspectives are always shifting, but as my "friend" Anne Lamott says, Grace always bats lasts.
Thank you Jesus.
All that to say, Here I am again! I know the internets are sharing a collective sigh of relief. not so much.
Sooo, general life update.
The girls, getting so big and and so fun to talk to. We've hit this easy-ish stride where everyone can speak in sentences and follow instructions. Annie is taking piano and Amelia thinks she is hot to trot in her little preschool class. There is still lots of whining and general exhaustion all the time, but we are having more fun than not, and well, it's all a big giant blessing.
We are still Catholic! We have finally settled into a parish and I feel more and more home. I have found real peace in the Catholic Church and much love. I hope to write more about that in the coming months. It feels so wonderful to have both of our children in Mass and for their squirminess and coloring books to be genuinely welcomed. We sat right up front this week, and Annie was humming the entire liturgy. I loved that.
Ok, I sense the yawning on the other end. I missed y'all! Happy Friday. Happy Fall.
Much love from T U L S A!
Brooke
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