This is a season of waiting. A season full of waiting for normalcy to return. A season waiting to be able to go and do all the things my family loves to do. A season of waiting for all of the anxiety to work itself out. A season full of unknowns, waiting and hoping for answers. In this season of waiting, I have one hope; one truth I can cling to even on my darkest day- Jesus . Let me be frank, my anxiety is not a lack of faith. It’s a chemical reaction in the brain. I’ve been here before... The difference now is I know how to recognize the signs, approach the symptoms, and remember to pray for strength and clarity. There is a list of things I love doing and miss greatly during this season. It’s all compacted with the weight of COVID-19 too. I'm sure many of you are experiencing something similar. Already, as a mom of two toddlers, I’ve been sitting in a season of waiting. A season where I have put my dreams/passions on hold (for lack of better word) in order to raise and ca
I'll be sharing bits and pieces of the things God is doing in my heart each month. Things that are heavy on my heart and I feel compelled to write down- whether it is read by other eyes or not. This is simply an easy way to be authentic sharing the current happenings in this life as mom and wife. With many decisions ahead of me everyday, there is only one way to make them- through prayerfully walking with the Lord and leaning in to hear his voice above the chaos around me.