Holiness for me was found in the mess and labour
of giving birth, in birthday parties and community pools, in the battling
sweetness of breastfeeding, in the repetition
of cleaning, in the step
of faith it took to go back to church again, in the hours
of chatting that have to precede the real heart - to - heart talks, in the yelling at my kids sometimes, in the crying in restaurants with broken hearted friends, in the uncomfortable silences at our bible study when we're all weighing whether or not to say what we
really think, in the arguments inherent to staying in love with each other, in the unwelcome number on the scale, in the sounding out
of vowels during bedtime book reading, in the dust and stink and heat
of a tent city in Port au Prince, in the beauty
of a soccer game in the Haitian dust, in the listening to someone else's story, in the telling
of my own brokenness, in the repentance, in the secret telling and the secret keeping, in the suffering and the mourning, in the late nights tending sick babies, in confronting fears, in the all
of a
life.
-- I have always enjoyed browsing through your pictures for cute decorating ideas, its like looking through a
really pretty magazine full
of down to earth homey
sweetness, but I think that best
of all, you are also using it to give glory to Jesus and remind everybody to
live with a thankful and grateful heart - that is obviously His main purpose for your blog — and you do it so well.