From our family to yours & word for 2014

From our family to yours,

Merry Christmas!!!

Hope was my word for 2013, and I have been filled with hope, confused about keeping hope, discouraged and re-energized knowing my hope completely rests in Him, that without hope life is very depressing, that hope is such a wellspring for my heart.

For 2014 I'm clinging to

Joy.

Knowing that in this life with motherhood, and being a wife, and all the emotions that come with foster care that I can do it joyfully. Knowing that as Jessi Connolley said in the "wild mom" class

"I can't do it all, but I can do what God asks of me, joyfully"

That I have to choose to have joy.

That joy is all around me, in the goofiness of my husband

In the laughter of my children

In nature

In the prayer from friends & family

That joy can even be found while doing the dishes and scrubbing the toilets.

J.O.Y.

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I'm linking up with the lovely Ashley from Written On Her Heart and Mackenzie from Life of a Pint Sized Mama Oh and my Al man decided he wanted to do a video too Thanks for stopping by!!

Influence Link Up

Hello if you don't know me I'm Katie I {obviously} blog here and you can find my instagram & twitter ---> Two things in my bag: 1. My cute little notebooks I found at Target and a variety of pens. I love pens. No seriously, you should see my pen + sharpie box. 2. My phone. I am a HUGE picture taker. I love taking pictures and using all the fun picture apps and posting pictures. If you love taking pictures come find me, we can have some instagram fun!!! Two things I'm looking forward to: 1. Hugs & coffee with friends. Friends I've never technically met. Friends that I will never forget, that will be hard to leave, that just get me. 2. Learning. Learning more about who I am. About the amazing way God created me as a woman. Learning from all these wise women that live with realness and grace. Being filled with His word. See you in 2-ish weeks!!!

Winter

Winter. It's cold. And in Ohio, so dreary. Lacking of the sun. Or the ability to play outside and feel the warmth on your skin. Days stuck inside. And it all starts to weigh heavy. My spirit goes down the drain. The heaviness on my shoulders & in my heart seems to be slowly crushing me. But I won't stop the struggle. I won't give up & let it eat me alive. The panic attacks that leave me breathless. The numbness. And then the crying. It will all pass. It always passes. But in the middle when the struggle is real I'm thankful for people who speak life into me, God's closeness, being able to receive that warm blanket of His word, hot coffee & making out with my husband, hey, let's get real, making out helps.

the here + now

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