This season of our lives has been filled with relational living. Inviting people into our home and day; being invited into the hearts and homes of others. Occasionally, in it all, I think about blogging or sharing, but I love it too much to turn it into a post or 'share'.
Somewhere back in the near past, Phil and I talked together about living on mission-- life on life. Being part of a bigger family; a bigger story. And then it happened, and it's exhausting and exciting all in one breath. I'm thankful for dear friends, for laughter and late nights, crowded homes, and brimming hearts. I'm happy for a calendar that fills with dinners, conversations over coffees, and tables needing more chairs to be pulled up-- all of us squished and happy-- talking over craft beer about love languages and old stories.
But I'm kinda okay with that.
I think there are seasons where I'm going to want to tell a story,
But it will be in my backyard under the stars and twinkle lights.
And that is okay, too:).
You are more than welcome to show up.
I always have a full pot of coffee brewed.