Day One - Jan 1, 2019

We awoke to the familiar sound of rain pattering on the window panes. It seems we have been destined to continue our current pattern of frequent precipitation into the new year... It is something we have no control over - only our response to its presence. 

What else of 2018 do we also remain powerless to change - left only with perspective shifts and disciplined responses??

Midmorning, blue skies emerged and with it brought hope. Our daily trek to the dog park didn’t unearth much more than the same fenced area, complete with ankle deep mud and puddles galore... yet the reflection of the blue sky in the puddles reminded us that sinking deep doesn’t last forever... The winds of change dry tears, shift focus, and allow for a brand new moment to live. 

May we let each moment pass with disciplined awareness of the things we can change... and step forward with courage and obedience. 

And for the knee-deep moments that will require the relentless wind to secure sure footing... may we find deep bravery to sit quietly and wait. 

And in all things, may we remember we are never alone... in both action and stillness - the Creator of Heaven and Earth remains with us…