Saturday, January 15, 2011

Aley

My third child turned eight on January 1. She is a delight, a storyteller, a Broadway style songstress, a snuggler, and a seeker. She is always teaching herself things, life cycles of chickens, multiplication, the hardness of minerals. She runs in an airy fairy manner, she layers clothes and gives weather reports. Her games with stuffed animals and puppets can go on for hours and rival any soap opera/musical I have ever seen. She is saucy and bossy and bold and yet dreamy and charming and soft. She is a baby whisperer of sorts. Once she had a little bloke so enamored of her that he cried and tried to follow us when we left the park!
She is peaches and cream and fairy tales and sparkly shoes.
Happy birth day Aley. I am so glad you are here.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

January

This year I make no resolution. I think this is the year I am going to try to go into covenant with God and just make serious agreements with Him about my life, choices, and plans.
Scary, huh.

But that is where I am. I feel that Cheyne and I are seriously beginning to live the values we have held near and dear for so long. I feel like my kiddos are in a good place, doing well, and growing into incredible folks daily, and I feel that this is going to be a good year.
It all comes down to living simply, investing in relationships, and surrendering my heart to God daily.
I also have to be more open about my struggles and pain. I am very attached to "Who You Think I Am" and "not being the crazy girl". Recently a friend's revelation about observing some recurring depression traits I thought I was masking made me realize how closed off I can be, how unreachable in a way. I don't ever want to be the one with the probolem, or the situation, so I suffer a lot in silence.
So this is the new year, and NOW IS THE TIME.
I am going to live deeply with God and my community.

And open my heart.

And tell the truth.

And love my people.