This may seem silly to you, but, today's my first attempt at not taking a nap. I want to clean, blog, do Christmas projects, get dinner ready, shoot, maybe even watch Oprah. Wilder takes such superb naps that I take one of my own (just sooo tired!). And there may be nights when the insomnia is so intense that I'll need a nap during the day. But for now, I'm going to try to do no naps, or only 30-minute naps!
We'll see how it goes.
I've been blessed with soulful social interaction this week, which I missed so much during Wilder's illness. That heartspring connection allows the blood to throb through my veins. I am happy, secure. And always thinking.
I've had some struggles in my life, as have you, and at a later time, maybe I can share those journeys. For now, I buoyantly profess that I'm in a good place. I'm no longer afraid of what was cowering behind the chambers of my heart--an enemy that attempted to steal the fact that I matter. The scars I bear make me beautiful--I am proud of them. The fact that I can't forget some of the past's hurts makes me even more trusting of the Cross. I need my cup to be filled by the Lord. He is my covering, my healing, my peace.
Why the depth of my sharing? I'm not sure. I walk by Jesus in his nativity manger every day now (unless Wilder's got him), and in this season, I want to make certain that I am honest about where I am, about Who got me here. To this place of glory and grace.
There are days when I am weary; life's not perfect; the monotony of managing family and home is sometimes numbing. But these are my days, and I am thankful to want to live them.
My two-day cookie project (making 9 doz. monster cookies for tomorrow's sweet swap):
My first attempt at gift-in-a-jar (what fun!); these are birthday cookies for a friend:
The fabric's even vintage. :-)