When 2015 started, I shared my testimony for the first time publicly, and as out-of-my-mind scared as I was to do it, God has shown me time and time again that vulnerability and openness and honesty is what connects and inspires us. Sharing our flaws and admitting our struggles may not get us more followers on Instagram, but it may be the first time that someone else says, “Me too.” That’s what I want this blog to be about…I want it to be a place where someone can come and feel understood. I want it to be a place where the underlying feeling is acceptance. We are flawed, human, hot messes…and that’s okay. Jesus died for us because of our mess…it’s taken care of…what a blessing and a gift that grace is!
Well, 2015, we have just eight more days in this year, so just for fun, I thought it would be fun to take a little walk down memory lane.
When 2015 began, I started this little blog as a way to salvage whatever brain cells hadn’t already been lost to afternoons of PBS Kids marathons. I really had no purpose for the blog when I started it. I thought I might write about a whole host of things – maybe a little parenting, a little health, throw in some recipes here and there, a little fashion, and just maybe share a little bit of my faith while I was doing it. A little bit of this and a little bit of that, I thought.
I’m pretty sure God was up there laughing at my little “this and that” blog. He saw where this was headed, but oh, how clueless I was!
When 2015 started, I had just began to feel a tug from God that our family may not be complete. I. at first, ignored it and pushed it away and tried to run from it because my daughter’s first year consisted of colic/reflux/lactose intolerance (a total nightmare) and physical therapy, and I was terrified to go down the pregnancy road again. Thankfully, God had other plans…
When 2015 started, I had a tragically broken heart for orphans and longed to be involved in the movement to care for them, but I was too nervous and scared to share my feelings with my husband. After all, what if he said no? What if he thought I was crazy? Oh, what little faith I had! If I had only known a year ago that God had already planted the adoption seed in him as well, I would’ve salvaged so many sleepless nights. But, His timing is always perfect, and we got on the same page…eventually. 🙂
When 2015 started, Carter was socially…um, awkward. He refused to answer another adult if they asked him a question, he sat on my lap for several of his first soccer games and refused to play, and he didn’t really have many true “friends.” Truthfully, I was really nervous that something was wrong with him. I think I even called my sister-in-law (an LMFT) to see if she thought he had social anxiety. (Spoiler: I was being ridiculous. He just needed more time.) Today, he absolutely lives for soccer game Saturdays, he has dozens of true friends, and is socially on par with any other four or five year-old kid out there. This morning, I watched him walked up to a six year-old little boy at a play area, ask him his name, and initiate a game of tag with him. What a difference a year makes!
When 2015 started, Kate was an absolute HOT MESS of a one year-old, a constant tantrum-thrower, never stopped talking, lived for baby dolls, tipped the scales at 21 pounds, and barely filled out size 18 month clothes. Today…she is exactly the same…except she’s two. And MAYBE 23 pounds. Can’t win ’em all, folks. 😉
2015 has been an absolutely life-altering year…it’s amazing to look back and see where we started and how far we’ve come. To God be the glory!
I absolutely cannot wait to see what all 2016 holds for our little family…and, God-willing, hopefully that will include a very special trip for our China boy!