What's changed, is you.

Monday, November 18, 2013





For those of you who don't follow me on other social media sites, you've probably been wondering why it's been so quiet over here. Last Thursday, Alex found out that his great grandmother had passed away, so we made a last minute decision to drive home and left early Friday morning. (On our way home, I received a call that my great grandmother had passed away as well. How thankful I was to have seen her this one last time.) We made the 21 hour drive there in a day and a half, then turned around and did it all over again this Thursday and arrived late Friday night. It has been an exhausting week, so we're spending the weekend trying to recuperate and gather our thoughts as we dive into normal life again. We had a great time visiting with family, but it was also a time that brought deep thought and conversation about the direction our small family is headed. A lot of thoughts resonated with me on these long drives. Death and funerals will do that to you, I guess. I thought a lot about the legacy Alex and I are leaving behind and about this child who will build the generations that come after us, bearing our name. All sides of both Alex and I's families don't have great track records for being well, functional. This fact leaves scars in our past, but we have hope for our future. Divorce and addiction doesn't have to continue with us. We are the end of the line, a new beginning.

Any time we take a cross country road trip, it is so apparent to me that beauty can be found anywhere. Our route across the South is probably one of the ugliest in terms of sight seeing and natural beauty in comparison to other regions of the country, but amidst all of the desert brush, feed lots, run down small towns with nothing but a gas station and grain silos, and empty prairie, beauty shows up. It isn't often that I can be still long enough to watch the sun rise or set, but I got to see both this week and my soul was fed. Friday evening, I drove through the Texas panhandle with All Sons & Daughters coming through the speakers and watched as the beauty of God was put on display for all to see. If only I could have captured this still, but joyful moment to share here. I also realized how thankful I am for a husband who knows it's perfectly acceptable to wake me up for a good sunrise. I would have missed out on many if it weren't for him. I will cherish those quiet moments that were spent with him, my hand in his, driving towards fire on the horizon. I was reluctant to go on this trip because I knew it would be long and challenging, but I'm so glad I did. Even though we were busy and exhausted, we got hours of good conversation in that wouldn't have happened otherwise. We made family memories that will be cherished when we are old and gray. Each time we walk through the doors of our home after being gone for a time, I always think of a quote from Benjamin Button. "It's a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what's changed, is you."

I have plenty of pictures from our trip, but these are just a few from our days on the road.
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