Quiet

Things have been quiet in this space, I know. This last month or so has been one filled with much healing, blessings and inward reflection mixed with bouts of deep sadness. I almost decided to stop writing all together, and perhaps take everything down, but I'm sure that was just a bit of panic setting in, causing me to consider removing any and all distractions from my faith, my family and my creating. But most things are just fine in moderation, just like this blog. When I have the time and something helpful, or inspiring, or delicious to share, I will. I can not believe that the holiday season is upon us, I wonder where has time gone, and I remind myself that it has been a very difficult season. In good and bad seasons of life, you can loose track of time.

What is there to say? So many of my inner thoughts and emotions have been devoted to coming to terms with loosing Sarah, dealing with the regrets of what I never said, or not making spending time with her more of a priority. Honestly, the reality of our mortality has shaken me. It has been hard for me to sleep, imaginary worst case scenarios tend to make themselves at home in my time between awake and dreaming. It has been a battle to not let fear of loosing over take me, but through much prayer and blessings of new friendships I have been encouraged and comforted. In fact, I paused for a second while writing this post to answer a rapping at the door (don't wake the baby who ever you are!) and was met with a package all the way from Paris. My sweet friend Emily from thewindhover sent me the most beautiful little crocheted collar, tea, yarn, rose scented cookies and recipe cards. My heart rejoices because I know that Emily acts out of love and inspiration from God, who sees my sadness and hears my requests.