Life just gets busier and busier. We all hear it, and yet somehow, until you actually realize it, you don't believe it yourself. I feel like life has been one big [comparative] rush since Ralphie's unexpected birth. In four short months we've had a baby; had nearly a dozen over-night visitors, including friends and family; moved from North Carolina, to South Carolina; changed jobs, and changed churches; traveled to Anderson, SC, Hendersonville, NC twice, Ohio twice, Michigan once; gone to two different conferences - one to learn, one to be evaluated (and learn); been in a wedding, organized a funeral, and carried on with all the crazy variety of daily living.
It's been busy, but it's been good.
We really like this church planting thing. It's stretching us, convicting us, and changing us for the better.
For example, as much as we like people, Daniel and I have both learned that we can be rather boring "homebugs." Just give us a Netflix subscription and a bowl of popcorn and we've got our date night set for the next four weeks! It has taken a proactive step on both of our parts to get out and to invite people in. We find it so easy to settle into a comfortable routine, where we have everything just as we like it - I especially thrive on a routine. But living comfortably doesn't reach people. It doesn't allow us to get into their lives, and to love them, and it doesn't allow them to get into ours, either.
So, we're working on that.
Daily life, for me, is so much fun. I absolutely love being home. I love being with my baby all day long. We have so much fun, just he and I. We talk about the day, and laugh about things, and sing along to Indelible Grace. I'm thankful I can be home. And, I'm certainly not bored yet!
We try to get outside at least a half hour each day - soak up our vitamin D, water the flowers, let Zoe explore, take a walk to the garden. I feel like that should be easy - getting outside. But it's even easier to find things to do and work on inside... Ralphie likes it outside, though he erupts into a hit of sneezes when the sun blinds his eyes. It's the cutest thing.
I started training for a 5K last week. I. Hate. Running. Always have. The longest bout I've given it was when I was in high school, I probably ran for two straight years. But I still hated it. Anyway, the extra baby weight was really starting to get to me. Sure, all my clothes fit again, but that number! [Gah. Hate numbers too. ;)] So, I want to challenge myself to do something hard. I want to be disciplined enough to do something I really don't like. To conquer it.
That's why I'm doing the 5K.
I think it's a good analogy to our Christian walk - doing hard things. Reminds me of Romans 5 -
"Through Him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us."
When my legs are aching, when my lungs are about to burst, when my vision is blurred
because my eyelids are covered with sweat... that's suffering! [Ha!] I'm faced with a choice then: to stop, or to keep going. If I stop I will inevitably feel defeated. But, if I keep going, I conquer. Then, tomorrow, it's not so hard. The battle is more easily fought and defeated the longer we endure, because through suffering our character is built and our hope for the future is strengthened.
June has just flown by. My birthday is Wednesday ... I told Daniel he cannot buy me anything because he bought me the camera already. He was really disappointed. He loves giving gifts, just like his dad did. He was probably more disappointed that he couldn't give a gift, than I was about not getting one! So cute.
We're finally getting a bed! We've been sleeping on a mattress and box spring on the floor for two years. I've been looking around on Craigslist for several months, and haven't found anything "just right." So, we decided to get a cute white bed from IKEA to start us off. Our bedroom isn't very big in this house anyway. Someday I'd like to have a poster bed, and Daniel wants a king-sized bed, so once we're settled in our own home we'll "upgrade" to that. I'm really excited about this cute little white one, though. It'll make an adorable addition to our room now, and to a guest room/kids room later. Plus, we get to go to IKEA again! [jumps-up-and-down!]
I'm just so thankful. So thankful for my husband. For our friends. For our church. For our neighborhood. For food on the table, for a roof over our heads. For a happy, healthy baby. For the noises he makes. He's lying on my lap babbling now, belly full, cheeks rosy - happy and content.
I'm thankful for love.
"Love believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends." 1 Corinthians 13:7-8a
Thanks for letting me ramble. :)