Friday, November 19, 2021

Once upon a time...

 

Once upon a time, there lived a woman whose heart grew quieter with each passing year.  Her voice, once loud and confident, became softer.  She weakened her quest, and she became more introverted looking for her inner self.  She found rest - the kind that only comes with silencing the noise.  She replaced busy days with slow days.   But, her heart remained just as passionate and overflowing of her deeply rooted faith.  She met grief and sees the beauty of each today knowing that tomorrow isn't always promised.  She knows lonely, but is never truly alone.  She feels the pain of others and empathy is now a dear and kindred friend.  Her heart is a messy blessing full of stories of how she learned about love and accepted grace.  And so she writes to spill the overflow like a tea kettle pours a cup of tea.  


Handful of Quietness

I really struggle with introductions.  I don't like attention directly on me;  like I really struggle having my picture taken.  In this day and age, it's not all that safe to share too much, so this needs to feel comforting and cozy, much like a warm blanket offers security.  So while anonymity is not the goal, safety among the world wide web holds the key as I expose the depths of my heart.

 

I'm a wife, mom, and grandma - titles I carry dearly and try not to take them for granted.  My husband is truly my best friend and over the years, I've come to love him that much more, especially for his patience as I still learn to be the wife he deserves.  My children are my joy, and my grandchildren allow me to spoil a little like I cautiously avoided with my own.

 

I'm a homeschooling mom with graduated students, while still yet deep in the trenches with a few more who continue teaching me as I learn beside them.  It's a beautiful balancing act - and the gift of grandchildren now, has made it bittersweet to see my children grown, raising and homeschooling children of their own.


I love to read, but not so much for myself, as aloud to my children snuggled up together.  Give me a pile of blankets, a good book, some candle light, and a good storm brewing outside, and I'm in my happy place.


I'm a Bible believer, simply put.  I tend to stay away from main stream commentaries and rely on only the scriptures to speak.  I stumble over and over and seek grace to humble me in this journey as I continue to listen to the Word.    I pray that my work to keep a home and raise our children with faith, will continue among the generations as my mama gifted me, and her mama gifted her, and .... I only hope it was passed along farther than I know.


If all that I am remembered for in this lifetime is keeping a house and raising our children Home to the Father, then I will have had greatest success one can hope for in life.


. . . and so I blow out tonight's candle and hope that I can find the words to become the story that I am called to be.

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