A new year.
I am hoping to see this room, looking something like this, some day this year. The waiting continues. But I must say that I marvel at how we have been provided for: places to live, a place to keep our possessions without cost, food, money, a healthy baby, and a marriage strong enough to thrive in a year with more stress than we’ve ever known. And the provision hasn’t stopped at enough to supply—it has been generous. So we blew out our candles the day before Christmas, in celebration of our Savior’s birth and we knew of his love for us in the year that we’ve passed. It has been given, beyond measure; filled up and running over. I will sing a new song this year, but it will have some old lines in it; the waiting will be woven into the fabric of my life, and I suppose that this is God, teaching us. I must become familiar with waiting now, while I am young, for I am sure I will be doing it most of my life. But for today new has come.
Beautiful! Thank you for sharing your heart.
I love the stark beauty of the room… I can envision your beautiful front room the same… and sharing a nice cup of coffee while we watch our little ones play. Love it!