So once again much time has past since I last wrote.
Some days have been full of of living in the moment, bustling, energy ... and I haven't taken the time to write.
Some days I have feel the weight of my own burdens ... and I haven't wanted to write for it would just be my complaining.
But now there is a quiet moment, much on my heart and perhaps a bit of objectivity.
We just returned home after a much needed get-a-way. It was nothing fancy ... a little cabin tucked away among old growth trees and ferns, on a creek, yet on the coast ... but perfect for just us.
We spent ours days on the beach. And that is the perfect get-a-way for us. Each one of us love the coast, and we so enjoy being there together. Bub and dad love to surf, Pie loves to outrun waves, we all love searching tide pools. The smell of the sea air, the sounds of gulls and crashing waves, it's so powerful. It's a place we go as often as we can.
Our days were spent surfing, building sand castles, flying kites, climbing rocks, roaming the beach. Our nights were campfires, s'mores, bbq's at the cabin and board games.
We spent the 4th hanging out with friends who happened to be there as well, watching fireworks explode with color over the water. Truly beautiful.
One day was spent building this hut out of drift wood. Friends had joined us for the day and this became a project that we all worked on together. The wind was blowing and it was chilly. Bub and his buddies found some pieces of drift wood and started to build a wall to block the win. Before long, both dads were constructing more walls and a roof. Fathers and sons worked together finding and carrying wood. Us moms, along with Pie, gathered rocks for a fire pit. and of course flowers for the "hut." This project took hours, yet it was something we all enjoyed doing together. It was peaceful.
Once it was complete, the boys built a fire and we celebrated with s'mores.
It was an awesome day. But evening came, our friends left, and as the sun started to set, the kiddos were cold and ready to go back to the cabin. As we were leaving, a biker came down the beach and started chatting with us. Traveling and no where to sleep, he planned to stay on the beach. But when he saw our"hut" and fire, and the fact that we were leaving, asked if he could stay. As we left, he simply laid down in the "hut."
Certainly nothing we did, but made my heart smile to see our day of fun actually helped someone, even if in a small way.
Some days have been full of of living in the moment, bustling, energy ... and I haven't taken the time to write.
Some days I have feel the weight of my own burdens ... and I haven't wanted to write for it would just be my complaining.
But now there is a quiet moment, much on my heart and perhaps a bit of objectivity.
We just returned home after a much needed get-a-way. It was nothing fancy ... a little cabin tucked away among old growth trees and ferns, on a creek, yet on the coast ... but perfect for just us.
We spent ours days on the beach. And that is the perfect get-a-way for us. Each one of us love the coast, and we so enjoy being there together. Bub and dad love to surf, Pie loves to outrun waves, we all love searching tide pools. The smell of the sea air, the sounds of gulls and crashing waves, it's so powerful. It's a place we go as often as we can.
Our days were spent surfing, building sand castles, flying kites, climbing rocks, roaming the beach. Our nights were campfires, s'mores, bbq's at the cabin and board games.
We spent the 4th hanging out with friends who happened to be there as well, watching fireworks explode with color over the water. Truly beautiful.
One day was spent building this hut out of drift wood. Friends had joined us for the day and this became a project that we all worked on together. The wind was blowing and it was chilly. Bub and his buddies found some pieces of drift wood and started to build a wall to block the win. Before long, both dads were constructing more walls and a roof. Fathers and sons worked together finding and carrying wood. Us moms, along with Pie, gathered rocks for a fire pit. and of course flowers for the "hut." This project took hours, yet it was something we all enjoyed doing together. It was peaceful.
Once it was complete, the boys built a fire and we celebrated with s'mores.
It was an awesome day. But evening came, our friends left, and as the sun started to set, the kiddos were cold and ready to go back to the cabin. As we were leaving, a biker came down the beach and started chatting with us. Traveling and no where to sleep, he planned to stay on the beach. But when he saw our"hut" and fire, and the fact that we were leaving, asked if he could stay. As we left, he simply laid down in the "hut."
Certainly nothing we did, but made my heart smile to see our day of fun actually helped someone, even if in a small way.
(The tunnels that led from our cabin to to the beach. The were long, cold and wet but the kiddos thought they were a blast. And I thought it was so interesting to go from a forest on one side of the tunnel and on the other have it open up to the ocean.)
My burdens are not big, but they are mine and sometimes feel larger then life.
I know the woman, wife, mother I strive to be ... graceful, faithful, patient. I know the struggle that is for me most of the time.
I get overwhelmed. When I feel like I am being stretched in many different directions, when financial struggles come up. These are moments I desire to be graceful. These are the moments I'm not.
I feel judged. I compare my self to certain people. I struggle with some relationships because of it. Another moment I desire to be graceful. Instead, I can judge back.
I want to be filled with grace ... to live as the Lord would have me. I want to be an example to my children. But sometimes I feel much more like the child than the example.
"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
My burdens are certainly not big but I know my struggles ...
It's now late and the house is quiet. It's in that quiet time that things can be put in prospective.
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