I love to write. I didn’t discover my love for writing until about 10 ears ago when I was desperately looking for some way to release all the feelings and emotions that I was carrying inside. I very quickly discovered the beautiful healing and the peace that can come from putting my thoughts and feelings down on paper. Then, through my writing, something happened. I started to see the world differently. Everywhere I turned there was a story, a moment to capture, a tender mercy, and miracles. I began to see God’s hand in everything. Every tear, every moment of laughter, every head turned downward, every tragedy, trial, milestone, achievement, everything. Over the last few years, I have lost that sight. I have allowed my busy life to blind me from those precious moments. Slowly, feelings of not being adequate for the tasks at hand, feelings of not being ENOUGH, have crept into every crevice of my heart.

As I have allowed myself to believe these feelings had to be true, I felt JOY sucked from my heart and from my home. I long to have it back. I have decided that now is the time in my life for me to begin my journey for JOY. I deserve to be happy. I want to rejoice in the precious, timeless moments that my Heavenly Father has given me with my family, and I want to believe that I AM ENOUGH FOR JOY. I am enough of a mom, enough of a wife, enough of a friend, a leader, a sister, enough of a woman to have Joy in my heart every second of every day. I AM ENOUGH. Join me on my JOURNEY FOR JOY.


Saturday, April 26, 2014

Spring Rain! 4-26-2014


I love spring rain. It is rejuvenating and brings healing to my soul and life to my spirit.

Today, I am grateful for the heavy grey clouds, the hidden sun, the pouring rain... because God blessed me with another day to enjoy it. I am still here.

Through the sound of metal on metal, honking horns, flashing lights and screeching breaks, all I could think about was my baby in the back seat. Somehow I had managed to avoid hitting the fresh pile up of cars directly in front of me, swerving and missing the fire hydrant and sign that soon became all I could see in my path. Once my vehicle came to a stop, I immediately turned around and looked in the back seat. I blocked out the sounds of new chaos outside my window and listened only for the sound of my child's cry. Nothing! Sound asleep, oblivious to the fear that filled every part of my being. Oblivious to the pounding in my chest. Oblivious to the chaos that surrounded us just feet away on the other side of thin glass windows and metal doors.  She was perfect.

Tears immediately streamed down my cheeks as I felt overcome with feelings of gratitude and peace in the realization that we had just been held in the hands of a loving Heavenly Father.  I glanced back one more time, then slipped out my door into the spring rain, praying that I would find God's hands had gently held those in the cars in front of me as well.  I closed the metal door, with thin glass windows and left my sweet baby in her innocent, oblivious world. I felt safe knowing that God had a plan for her, for both of us.

Today I am grateful for heavy rain clouds, the hidden sun and the pouring rain..... because.... my sweet baby girl and I are still here to smell it, breath it and feel it.

Feeling blessed.

Juli
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