Hello Twenty-Twenty-Two

Let’s just dive in here: twenty twenty won (one) - was the year that showed me who I am, whose I am, and what I’m made of. It seemed that everyone was having a period of great awakening in twenty twenty. We were all super frantic, anxious that the world was coming to an end, I was pregnant and all of the above, but honestly, Pandemic Year One was a walk in the park for me. I was able to do what I loved - sit in the house, cook and eat, binge watch a number of shows that I will never admit to anyone, and mind my business heavily. 

It was twenty twenty “won” that got me. This was my Great Awakening, this was my “show me what you got lil’ lady” year, because *wipes forehead - whew,” don’t believe me, just watch. The devil thought he had me this year. Every time my family and I thought the coast was clear and we could breathe, another massive attack was waiting for us at the door. But, I serve a God who performs miracles in His sleep, okay?! We fought through two out of this world, nobody saw them coming types of illnesses in our families that in blinks of an eye were over and healed like they never happened. We fought through the craziness that is selling a home with two kids two and under, living with your parents and then your new construction takes several months longer than the several months longer that one would expect a new construction to take. We fought through the normal ebbs and flows of life, the difficulties of being stretched in directions that just feel completely uncomfortable, and oh, raising two kids under two.

I learned in twenty twenty “won” who I am: a God got this, so crawl in your bed and let Him got this type of girl. One who can stand in the face of anxiety, and fear, and cluelessness and let the world fall down because I have the maker and the ruler of all holding my hand. The girl who finally learned that there is a PEACE that passes all understanding and who can make it through the madness.

Twenty Twenty One definitely was a string of teachable moments and I am glad to be an overcomer. I started the year full of lists of goals and I quickly found that some of the goals would have to wait until I could just get the storm to pass. I meant to write and to share, but I didn’t feel that anything was happy or perfect or pretty enough to share last year. But that’s the beauty of it - and my vow to you this year (and goal to myself), is to keep sharing from here on out no matter how beautifully ugly life is, or how difficult it may be to juggle motherhood and corporate America, or just how much I don’t care to take pictures of my life that is mostly me in black leggings and black T-Shirts. 

Hello, Twenty Twenty Two.