This is my story . . .

I am weary.  Drained from the busy of life.  I don't fit into this blogging world as I once did.  I'm sort of a lost companion in the ever expanding social media platforms, but I do love sharing the pieces of my life and writing the words of my overflowing heart.  I've tried repeatedly to find my niche in this little corner of the world wide web, and inspire others in a similar journey, and I feel awkward.  My own inward battle.  It's a fine line between putting it all out there, and cautiously keeping yourself safe in this virtual realm where you don't really know who is watching and reading.

As much I desire to share and interact among others, this weight-bearing burden of caution has a greater pull to keep myself and family safe and blog quietly . . . no comments, no names, no obligation.

My heart is raw right now.  Grief looms over our family.  A similar grief and a path I prayed I would never step onto again, yet alone walk it with a child of mine, but here I am painfully struggling to understand and remain faithful and rooted in the Father's loving promises.

While the world around me is trying to speed things up and do even more, I'm intentionally choosing to seize the chaotic rhythm of life and embrace slow- pressing the pause button and holding onto the beauty and wisdom around me.

 love + do + think about

This is my story.
. . .  moments captured, family gathered, and words written in love.