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All in Faith
His name means pleasant little fire.
He is my eldest, and God whispered "tender-hearted leader" over him when he was just a baby.
I was sitting in a hotel room on a king-sized bed at a conference.
I was sitting there alone, not minding being alone, wishing that I missed him.
Wishing I missed the man I’d been married to for eleven years and forgetting what the touch of his hand felt like. His calloused, farm-boy hand, the one that found me across the duvet those three years I relapsed into anorexia and sleeping pills, the one which fed me ice chips as I birthed two miracle boys, the one which always gave me the first strawberry of the season from our garden.
And I crawled onto the king-sized mattress then, stretched out across the miles of bed and cried.
I'm an introvert.
I've known it since the first time I heard the word, and truly understood what it meant. Reserved, quiet in groups of strangers, worn out by large groups of people, hater of small talk, harder to get to know, thought snobby by some, and completely overstimulated by noise.
Lucky for me I have really quiet boys...
Ahem...
he day we pulled up into our driveway with them -- into the home that had been full of empty bedrooms for years while we waited for them -- we sat with the keys in the ignition while they, buckled into boosters in the back, slept off days of sleepless travel and we sighed.
Done.
We’d finished the hardest part, hadn't we? They were … home.
Every year, (I mean every year), I say, ‘This year I will not make New Year’s Resolutions.”
(Which end up being false promises and short-sighted solutions to issues greater than this plan I am concocting can fix.)
And yet, I can’t resist. I tell friends and family and radio audiences and social media networks about dreams I have to read more, eat less, rest regularly, learn new skills. I can’t help it. The idea of being re-made into a better version of myself calls me every time.
Much like you, I have deep desires for my two girls. I yearn for them to experience WHO I know vs WHAT I know. I have noticed my children learn so much quicker through laughter (experiences) over lectures.
As we rush around town and pick up gifts and head to the next party, here are 5 things I want my girls to experience this upcoming holiday season. Try some with me!
