I have posts sitting full of pictures with no words. I have so much to share but when I go to write, the words don’t flow as they used to so I stare at the blinking cursor and then I close out, hoping that they will come to me the next day, but they haven’t. It’s frustrating because writing is something that I used to enjoy immensely but lately it just hasn’t been there, the passion. I’m trying to find it again, I know I will, because this has happened before. It’s usually in a busier season of life when I am just trying to keep our daily life together and by the end of the day I just want to sit and not think too much.
These fall evenings at the house have brought us so much rest in one of the busiest seasons of life.
I hope these fall evenings are a glipse of what life will be like once we are finally in our home.
Slow. Intentional. Together.
It’s always been our place of calm, even when it’s a construction site, we always are able to just be. And I think that’s what all of us need right now, to just be, for life to slow down long enough for us to regroup and catch our breaths.
And when we are here, we do just that.
