A New Season
Oh how I love the change of seasons. I used to believe that the autumn was my favorite time of year, but as I get older(and older and older, I am really feeling my age this week!) I have found that I love of all of them. Tomorrow is the first day of Spring. I can feel it as I walk my sweet Ashley Kate outside. I can smell the scents of wisteria in the trees. I can hear the birds singing so sweetly, and I can feel the warm breeze as it comes across mine and Ashley's faces. She got so tickled as the wind blew across those puffy cheeks today. What a joy it has been to have the freedom to walk her outside until she drifts off to sleep.
Along with the beauty of the spring and the promised changes that will accompany it I am feeling the beauty of the changes that are occurring in our family. This is a new chapter in Ashley's story and a new season of sorts in mine and David's lives. We are excited about the change of season. Our family has endured a very hard "winter" and now we are ready to embrace the coming of "spring". New life, new growth. How promising that is to me during this time. As I came to the house this morning to put in a couple of hours of work I was privileged to pause long enough and watch a robin hop along the roof collecting materials for her nest. She knew that she had a job and she was willingly preparing for it. The springtime brings a promise of new life to her and she was happily preparing her home for the little eggs that would be placed in her care. How encouraged I was as I watched her work so very hard. Hard work that was sure to make a difference. Maybe not a difference to all, but such a difference to the ones she would be charged with caring for. It was such important work. This is how I am feeling today. What a job I have before me. Although it seems a little(o.k. a lot overwhelming) it is a task that I embrace with a heart of thanksgiving. How privileged I am to have had 3 beautiful little ones placed in my care. I gladly clean closets, and floors, and drawers, and bedrooms, and dust, and construction mess, and laundry and anything else I find that has moved into our home over the past 6 months, because in the end it will make a difference. Not to all, but to the ones who matter the most to me. Please forgive me if I appeared ungrateful while I was feeling overwhelmed. God knew my heart and that is what matters the most.
As I plan to embrace this new season of our lives I want to tell each one who comes to this story what a difference you are making. I honestly mean it when I say to you that I love this "blogging" family that He has brought to me through Ashley's journal. You pray for me when I am hurting, you encourage me when I am tired, you help me continue on when what my flesh feels like doing is retreating. How blessed I am to know all of you. I am a better person because of knowing this group of people.
Ashley is happy. Happier than I have ever seen her. She loves life and that is all that matters. Sure she still struggles, and she still experiences pain, but the smile that so quickly follows tells me that it has been SO worth it. I want you all to know her. To know the little one whom you have allowed to enter into your hearts, your families, your lives. If you only ever get to know her through this journal then that it is enough reason for me to continue on. I am thankful for your time spent here and your time spent in prayer for her and for her mom who fails to be perfect, but strives to do the best job I can. God Bless each of you and your amazing families. Love, Trish