And every once in a while I've been known to pull it out in the midst of laundry and lunches and love and read it over and over again
until I can see it alive and vibrant with breath in its lungs and soul sparkling in its eyes -- me pressing feet onto untred paths, me pressing black ink into white paper, writing their hearts, their lives into words that wander into other hearts, take a seat at the table and linger long after dinner guests normally stay
-- invited and enjoyed --
There are long days filled to the brim with laundry, lunches and love and my heart sings for the reality I love and the boys and the husband and the life that's unfolded.
I may not be a journalist walking tepid paths telling stories of the brow-beaten souls on faraway soil
but I've been given long-term assignment from the Editor here in this lush and hot and incredible jungle of motherhood tattooing these stories, our story onto a small screen, into a small space.
And you. You come here to share life and share words and share stories.
And it's beyond what I've imagined, what I've long dreamed and carried for so many years.
Oh, they're two wild, vibrant things to house in one heart: the dreams and the reality, both beautiful in their own way. I'm so glad you choose to share here, week in and week out, about all the lessons learned and (eternal) glimpses gleaned as your traverse your "assignment."
ReplyDeleteWonderful. I love it and will enjoy following your blog.
ReplyDeleteWhat great words! Very touching.
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ReplyDeleteLove it! Your words really spoke to me. I feel blessed that I am finding an outlet for my dream of writing it in the midst of motherhood.
ReplyDeleteLove the imagery in this post!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written and a wonderful reflection upon God's call on your lief. So glad I found your blog.
ReplyDeleteLove your word picture. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteblogging is most definitely a story to be shared and therapy to wrap yourself in. I love reading YOUR story, Hy. xo!
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