Today marks a new day.
This feels like a big week for us.
A fresh start.
Lots of things changing.
All good things but different things and different can be a challenge during the transition.
I sat at church yesterday struck by how profoundly this week seems to mark a big shift.
During this same week, three years ago, we began the start of a difficult season.
There was one thing that marked the hard beginning, but lots of things piled on during these three years that made my posts a little graver than those early lighthearted blog posts.
So I keep waiting for the joy to splat onto everything.
Happy happy joy joy – right?
I guess because of the struggles of those close to me, as well as the general heaviness in the world (and America), my little joy meter hasn’t sprung off the charts just yet.
But I wanted to write to mark today.
This is the beginning of a new chapter for our little family of five.
More unknown but unknown with optimism.
And the kids turn 9! NINE – how?!?! They are all doing well at school right now.
We have truly incredibly friends, families who have become like our own.
I remember when I was in a deep prayer with a good friend of mine at the beginning of the year, I said I felt this hard season would be ending soon. But then we got hammered. I mean 2018 was brutal! I didn’t think the battle of 2017 could be topped, but I would be wrong.
So when this fall came with its bounty (despite the 90 degree weather of a Houston ‘fall’), it caught me utterly off guard.
I am profoundly grateful.
Thank you for sticking with me through the ups and downs. I love this community.
I’m still going to write about wedges and pantsuits along with parenting and leadership and faith and girlfriends.
There will be more on what this week marked later when we have time to process the new phase.
If I could encourage you today, write it all down. It’s the thing that helps me process it all. Plus, looking back, I might be able to see more clearly how the story lines were weaved together for a greater purpose.