We skipped a month but we're back at it in February, capturing a second of life together as time stubbornly marches right on by.
This month has been a special one. We are slowing regaining peace in our home and relationships as we establish a better balance in our individual lives and in our life as a family. Each week we've been able to carve out time for quality together time, one on one time with each child, date night (even if it usually means staying in), basketball with friends, hospitality, and plenty of down time where we refresh and replenish. I've finally, though perhaps temporarily, embraced slowing down and realizing I am not what I do.
One of the biggest changes this year has been in finding a new church and though we're not sure we're settled, we've been pretty consistent with attending our top contender. It has been such a treat to rest each Sunday as we worship and open God's word. In weeks prior, we'd bounce between churches and leave with tickled ears or a profound sense that this was not our future family. We felt immediately at home at one church whose main burden was to be missional to the needy areas of our city but after meeting with the pastor, we differed on some foundational things. I still grieve that loss.
February has been one of extreme highs and lows but through it all we are learning to ride the waves while never losing sight of the important things. Faith, family, friends. Each day, each month is a continued testament that we can not do life alone. I need God, I need my husband, and I need my children and the wonderful lessons and challenges that each bring me.
The kids are growing faster all the while, if not in stature than at least in other ways. They are grasping more of the profound and whispering back these truths with startling maturity. Joshua and I find ourselves catching each other's eye in amazement over the heads of our budding theologians and philosophers and aspiring artists and mathematicians. Of course, our children are no more advanced than the average child but the fact that they are ours brings us such pride and joy.
Thursdays mean Awanas for the girls, Friday Boys Brigade for the men. Combined that has meant derby races, dress up nights, and new introductions to future friends. Though it's the question I get asked the most when out during the day with my troop, worrying about their social development is the least of my worries. :)