Dirt.

I have buried deep in the dirt for awhile.
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Floods have been rampant (years of pain, denial, anger, abuse)… I’ve been buried really F***ing deep, not quite ready yet to see what’s happened and why.
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I’m learning all the things that make me, my life, and my purpose beautiful, no matter how messy my past.
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I’m putting in the work to unlearn all the lies that have been said to me, pushed on me, and imprinted for far too long on my heart.
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It. Is. Hard. Work
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But I’m realizing like a seed that needs time, water, and sun, or a flower that’s stem strengthens with every storm or wind…
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I am growing, I am withstanding all that’s blown my way, and I will continue to. My roots are deep, my faith shielding the adversity that’s trying to knock me down..
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And I will be better for it.
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A better follower of Christ.
A better wife.
A better mother.
A better friend.
A better servant.
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My prayer for you today is that you don’t give up on yourself. Beauty awaits… be patient. Put in the work. Gods plans for you will be bigger and better than you could ever imagine. No matter how ugly the past.
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It’s a beautiful thing.
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❤️
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Seasons of life

Big is 6, little is 4. Time is fleeting, watching a morning ritual slowly fade.
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One boy, then the next, waking up from their deep sleep, to come crawl in my lap.
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We talk about what dreams we had, what’s for breakfast, what should be accomplished in the summers day.
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Then they hop down, 1 quickly, while the other (typically little) stays to snuggle a little longer.
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Eventually there will be a day where this stops. No more hops in the lap, their legs will stretch and surpass mine.
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It makes me sad sometimes.
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Then, I remember, as with everything so far in parenting…
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There will be new traditions, new ways to find joy and gratitude in the different seasons and phases of the boys growing up.
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But for now, I’ll sit in the beauty of two little boys with their summer feet, snuggled up in my lap. Dreaming of what adventures we’ll take on today.