a naked, heavy heart

Heavy heart.

November 2015.

Monday mornings.

France.

Syria.

Helpless.

Isis.

Stay home mom. Three years.

Don’t read enough.

Don’t have time to read.

Profile pictures to flags.

Controversy on profile pictures to flags.

Political debates.

Comedic.

Terrifying.

Dichotomy of my little life and the whole outside world.

Significance. My little life.

Loving Norwex. Doing something amazing here.

Happy.

One year old baby having surgery on Tuesday (tomorrow).

College baby getting hazed for Sigma Pi.

GOD I miss him.

Two baby girls in the middle.

Macie. Is she the “middle child”? With the syndrome?

Dear friends losing loved ones.

Anxiety.

Fear.

Marriage is hard. GOD I love my husband. Marriage is hard.

Laughter…wrapping its beauty around my wounds, and healing.

Beauty in little miracles all around us…daily.

Tired. Really tired.

Embarrassed.

Proud.

Joyful.

Sad.

Trying too hard.

Not trying hard enough.

Church. Catholic. Need/want/miss church.

Fat. The unending, unrelenting desire to be thin.

Priorities.

Minimalism. Desire to embrace.

Need to read. Don’t have time to read.

Want to run. Don’t have time/freedom to run.

The reasons I don’t have time are the most amazing blessings that this life can offer…embrace these. Literally.

Love in our world.

Hate in our world.

Peace.

Fighting.

Helpless.

Ignorant. Don’t have time to not be ignorant.

Shameful.

My kids deserve and need me to be marginally ignorant right now on the outside world.

Accept this. It’s ok!

Is there enough love?

Will love prevail?

Heavy Heart.

Grace.

Hope.

Hold on to the little pieces of joy.

Acknowledge the gift of your Faith.

You are significant. Your big life is part of everything.

Believe.

{breathe}…

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