Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Fingerprints

Lately I've been privileged to walk with some very dear people through transitions, traumas and trials... More than my usual number.

There is so much to learn from watching people weather storms, uncertainty, fear. One thing I see everywhere are God's fingerprints. These aren't the fingerprints found from a guilty party at a crime scene, but the evidence that God is holding us, and our lives through thick and thin and through many trials.

God has brought me comfort over the years through his calling card of butterflies. For one lady it's rainbows, another bunnies, yet another, birds.

But all of us agree. They are reminders that God is on the job watching and caring and being so much bigger and more present than we can fathom. But like the perfect lover, he never forgets to bring chocolate, flowers and poetry. He knows we women need to be romanced. The same is probably true for men, in their way. But, I can speak with no authority on that subject!

Just a quick post written on a phone!

Checking in

Lately I've been privileged to walk with some very dear people through transitions, traumas and trials... More than my usual number.

There is so much to learn from watching people weather storms, uncertainty, fear. One thing I see everywhere are God's fingerprints. These aren't the fingerprints found from a guilty party at a crime scene, but the evidence that God is holding us, and our lives through thick and thin and through many trials.

God has brought me comfort over the years through his calling card of butterflies. For one lady it's rainbows, another bunnies, yet another, birds.

But all of us agree. They are reminders that God is on the job watching and caring and being so much bigger and more present than we can fathom. But like the perfect lover, he never forgets to bring chocolate, flowers and poetry.

Just a quick post written on a phone!

Thursday, July 29, 2010

I'm baaaack

Hello all.

I can't believe how long it's been since I've last checked in to this blog.

In two weeks or so, our son starts Army basic training. At that point our nest will be empty.

I have all sorts of questions about this impending state.... Is there really life after raising children? Or will my husband and I simply sail off the map and discover the world was actually flat?

It's the great unknown.

I remember raising our babies with every ounce of love and strength that we possessed. Now, we're pooped but grateful to have each other.

Are we going back to the college days of courtship? They were romantic... Only, of course, this time we'll be older and wiser, and have at least some money.

The time is moving towards us faster than we ever though possible.
I hope to blog about it.

Check in every so often!