But the older and wiser I get, I feel the prompting to not wish away these times of transitions. Once I make up my mind about something I generally just want to get there. Skip the ride, skip the line, let’s go. Maybe that’s how everyone feels, just wanting to next thing to happen instead of “enjoying the journey”.

What began with weeping ended with joy. I think we all would have stayed the entire night if we could. We sat and listened. We danced and sang. We commissioned and anointed others to go out and take the fire of God to their towns. We prayed in quiet corners that hindering walls would come crashing down. We made space for tired kids to rest and tired souls to weep. God’s refreshing mercy poured out.

I was up late last night for ladies night.  Even though the community and night out refilled my tank, I also have a baby that doesn’t sleep and I woke up pretty exhausted.  The girls were grumpy because two nights ago they spent the night with their grandparents and somehow it always takes a minute for them to not be exhausted from that.  They were crying right off the bat this morning and Hal was as clingy as all get out, and while nothing was that bad it was a moment of relief when my dad called and said those wonderful words: “Want to get a pizza?”

I spent time on and off uploading new pictures and trying to figure out the best social media handles for each site. The kids could feel an excitement in the air and some of them seemed to want a day off from their schoolwork because of it. Maybe it should be a holiday, though. The day God blessed us and The Company. That’s a big deal.

I took a few pictures of the boys chasing after the rainbow, and then handed my camera to Ira to take a few of Hal and I when I promptly slid to my butt on a mini patch of mud.  Thankfully Hal was spared the fall but my clothes were not.  Then the wind picked up and Hal and I were both nearly swept away, and in my haste I had not grabbed a blanket for him.  So basically Ira took three very uncomfortable looking photos of Hal and I.  Such is motherhood.

Lo and behold we got snow yesterday! While we didn’t get dumped on, or even get “snowed in”, there was enough for the kids to go sledding. It was beautiful to spend a restful Sunday curled up on the couch watching the snow fall. I sat on the couch and watched these giant, snowball sized flakes fall from the sky. It was so peaceful.