Words of the year.
I remember not too long ago when I was desperate for a word. Something to bring to light clarity on my year. If you remember from a post way back, the Lord said 2016 would be victorious.
Guys, it actually was.
WoW grew into something I could never even imagine or lay claim too.
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I saw the depth of depression and the freedom in living unashamed by my testimony.
My heart (might I add extremely selfish heart) realized that marriage means SO much more than just listen to me, do this, stop that.
God revealed community and the richness of being vulnerable with people who love you and support you.
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We purchased our first home in July, old school wood paneling and all. Painted the kitchen shades of white and dressed the home in dirty paw prints with our first pup.
And somewhere in the midst of it, I never took a moment to breathe. Or blog. Or pray. Or read. Or look at my husband like he was my actual best friend.
Living the fast life is glamorous, according to instagram. Living the fast life brought along a lot of reward from days of hard work and tears, but it also brought about never ending rings underneath my eyes that look like last week's eyeliner. It stole away mornings that were once held so dear and it most definitely yanked back time spent digging deep and learning. It was when I sat down with my very own copy of The Magnolia Story that I realized I forgot what pages of a book smelled like or how my fingers felt gliding across a keyboard for reasons other than being on the clock.
So, I think it's time to publish a note about living slow.
It's time to breathe a little more purposefully and spend nights beating my husband in Jenga - sorry babe, but it's true. Or actually calling my best friend to say hey, what's going on in your life and when can I see you next?
There truly is a time for everything, but it doesn't mean we have to fit our everything into one single moment, or year for that matter.
This is my (your) note on living slow.
"Help me to be someone who sprints less and savors more. Give me breath that is slow
and spacious and sweet."
- Hilary Rushford, Thirty One Days of Prayer for the Dreamer + Doer
