Ordinary Sacred

What if the simple, ordinary things are actually Holy things after all? What if we have confused the mundane with the sacred? A heart song rose to my lips today as I rejoiced in some beautiful, simple moments and it has been my constant prayer this past year.

"In the crushing

In the pressing
You are making new wine
In the soil
I now surrender
You are breaking new ground

So I yield to You into Your careful hand
When I trust You I don't need to understand

Make me Your vessel
Make me an offering
Make me whatever You want me to be
I came here with nothing
But all You have given me
Jesus bring new wine out of me"

(New Wine by Hillsong)

The weight of grief is often unbearable. Each and every occasion the first year a sharp reminder that your loved one is, really, no longer on this Earth. In grief, I can get lost in the past. In the present, I can find a bridge to the work that is happening right here and now. Everyone's grief is so personal. For me, my kids have been a sweet balm rather than difficulty in this process. I know what it is to grieve alone. They are welcome here with me. I hope we endure many of these hard obstacles together. They help me remember what is important and the grief offers such immense perspective.

Today was so full of love, oh my stars. I slept in, was served breakfast in bed with coffee and the presentation of a ballad about Valentine's Day. There were adorable kids of whom I am particularly fond of dressed up in their best festive outfits. My Turner told me, "I love you, Mom" for the first time. We baked cookies and banana bread. There was recipe creating, a lot of coloring, frozen fingers, and kids playing in the snow. I did not play in the snow. I stayed in my pajamas thank you very much. 

Making Cowboy cookies

Turner playing with Magnatiles and Picasso tiles for hours and hours

New plant baby from my baby daddy

The goof is real.