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Contentment

I went home and it was good, bittersweet to see the changing faces of the people of I love. The way that places shift and grow into bigger versions of their former selves.

This time going home made me realize I’m exactly where I need to be. Instead of longing for what was, I was happy to spend time with the people that fill my heart and then I was longing to go back to my new home.

Home has changed so many times. I recently told someone that I don’t really have roots. I’ve never been that person that has set roots so deep in a place that they could never imagine leaving. Although there is nothing wrong with that, it’s never what God intended for me. I know that now.

I’ve lived in and left so many places. They all knew a version of me that has grown and shifted and changed. Maybe having roots that grow wherever I go is part of that process. That process of learning to be content in any place God sets me.

Today I will be content. Change will come inevitably and my roots will grow but maybe I’ll never be set in one place. That’s okay. I’ll be at peace wherever I go. I’ll work at that process daily.

1 Timothy 6:6-7 “But godliness with contentment is great gain. 7 For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it.”

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Where I’m from…SOL Tuesday

Kicking off summer and it always take me back to days when I slept on our front porch swing surrounded by piles of library books and comfy pillows.

Going back home looks much different these days but I will be going home soon-in 2 weeks actually! So in honor of that trip and where I am from, I am sharing the link to a blog post from a few years ago where I used the “Where I’m from” poem format to share a slice of where I come from.

Please enjoy my poem at the link below (It’s honestly one of my favorite posts ever.)and feel free to write your own. It’s a lovely way to reflect and remember where you’re from.

https://afrontporch.wordpress.com/2018/06/09/where-im-from/

The WV hills-where I’m from🤍
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What we do…

Have you ever thought about the things that you do? I mean the little things. The other day, after I cleaned my kitchen, I folded the dish towel and put it beside the sink. It immediately hit me that the one person I had seen do this all the time was grandma, my mom’s mom. My grandma always said the kitchen wasn’t completely clean until you folded the towel and put it beside the sink. Funny, right?

Then when I use blue Dawn dish soap to clean my dishes I think about my mom and the big plastic bottle that sat by the window sink when I was a kid. And Comet, the cleaning product-I have used it because I remember my mom using it.

My dad is an expert painter. So much so that he never uses that blue painter’s tape. He has a steady hand and eye. I like to think I’ve got some of his creative spirit and skill when I try to paint a room. Although I may be the messiest painter ever so that’s debatable.

My grandpa, my dad’s dad, used to dunk graham crackers or Nilla Wafers in milk. I remember him sitting at the kitchen bar, right beside the wall phone, showing us (me, my sister and cousins) how to hold the graham cracker in long enough until it started to get too soggy. I still love graham crackers and milk to this day.

These are small things that come to mind-things that I do now because of someone else. These small things may not make a big difference but I still do them.

I wonder what we all do because of other people. The sum of who we are is made up of all these little things we do or say. Who we are today is a history of little things. What little things do you do today because of someone else?

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Slipping through my fingers…Being a mom…SOL Tuesday

Being mom means a lot of things. It means 2 am wake-up calls with your baby and then it means 2 am wake-up calls when your teenager has cut curfew.

Being a mom means endless cuddles and moments of just hiding in the bathroom for 2 minutes of peace.

Being a mom means holding your toddlers hands as they learn to walk and letting those same hands go as they walk into school for the first time.

Being a mom means teaching your kids that the stove is too hot, how to spell their names and that running with scissors is a bad idea.

Being a mom means watching your kids grow into mini adults and learning from them too.

Being a mom lately has meant car rides to and from school, soccer, music lessons, and church. It means bringing extra snacks between activities because even bigger little humans get hangry.

Being a mom lately has meant listening to school day recounts in the car, new friends made at school, field day and field trips.

Being a mom lately has meant movies and hikes and walks to the neighborhood park.

Being a mom has also meant dealing with mood swings, unfinished chores, complaining, fear of the unknown and a looming sense that this will all be over before I realize it.

Being a mom meant pulling over to a road side park yesterday and letting my thirteen year old “play”. I know that these moments of solitary time with my little humans will soon be memories.

My sweet 13 year old playing at the park before we picked up her brother
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Coming, going and the in between…SOL Tuesday

It’s always been that way-the coming and going. The arriving and leaving. The hello’s and the good-bye’s.

Since leaving home for college, I’ve had my share of homecomings and my share of memories. I can see my parents standing at the glass door of their old house, waving good-bye until next time. I drove hundreds of miles between Daniels, WV and Huntington, WV.

Fast forward time and I was married, moving a few counties and an hour and a half away. The reunions were often and the good-bye’s covered in hugs and kisses from growing children. Many miles were driven from West Virginia to Kentucky and back again. A few hundred from North Carolina to West Virginia.

Now the miles are covered by plane from West Virginia to Colorado by my family and then from Kentucky to Colorado by my in-laws. The hellos take place in airport pick up lines and the goodbyes in the same lines as we drop them off to fly thousands of miles away.

There is a part of me that longs for no more good-byes. For everyone to live together, for closeness, for no more plane tickets or car rides. I would love to take a car ride and be at Sunday dinner with the family or invite them to the kids’ concerts and games knowing they will be there. I would love to call my old friends and invite them over for a porch chat.

That is not my reality. So in between the coming and going, we make memories. We buy plane tickets and we drive hundreds of miles. We hike icy hills to see frozen lakes. We try new foods, play games together, cook meals together, take walks, watch my kids’ activities. We ski, we snowshoe, we laugh, we get annoyed at each other. We are normal and we live side by side, in a cramped little house-all for the in between.

It’s the moments in between that really make the coming and going worth it. Thanks for the memories, until next time…🤍

My family with my sister and my nephew at frozen Nymph Lake in RMNP.
My kiddos with my in-laws after a candy factory tour
My parents and my kiddos before a little hike
Me and my sister at Garden of the Gods
Me and some of my best pals snowshoeing
Skiing with our sweet Kentucky friends and neighbors