October and trees are stripped bare of all they wear, do I care
October and kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall, but You go on and on
Unfortunately, October also brings Halloween. Yuck. I hate that day. We don't participate in it at our house and I often get questions about why. My good friend shared a great article with me from Gateway Church that really details why we don't celebrate and why all believers should examine their participation in the holiday as well. Here's the link: Gateway Halloween
This current October is bringing with it some nostalgia and new adventures. Thirteen years ago this month, Jason and I started dating. Each year I think about that, but this year, having moved back to the college town that we met in, I am reminded at almost every turn that we fell in love here. I'm lonely here without him because he's working "back home" during the week for this month, but it's a special gift to be around such fond remberences which seem to have strengthened my love for him just by remembering. I am working hard to get the house set up and organized, but today my girl and I are going to take a break and just BE here. She has begged me for a rainbow to be painted in her room since way before we moved so we are getting some canvas and paints and we're painting a rainbow for her room along with a picture of the place we lived before since she's having a tough time letting go.
To end this post, I want to get an early start on my Thanksgiving. I'm in a funk-a-doo because I'm in a new city, alone, with an unorganized house without my friends and family nearby. BUT, I know that the best cure for funk-a-doo is gratitude and praise so here's a list of the current blessings in my life:
Grace, beyond all my reasoning that is real and present in each moment.
The man of my dreams dusguised as a funny college kid that is now solidified as my best friend.
The most precious, precocious, curious, funny, wild, imaginative little girl that thinks I am "the best mom I've ever had".
A dedicated mom who wakes up early to fix pancakes, bacon and eggs for me.
Brothers who pick on you, but drop everything to help me.
Friends who call me daily to talk about nothing and everything because they know how devasting topsy turvy living can be and the plague of being lonely.
Music that quiets my soul, causes me to praise, draws me Nearer and keeps me sane.
For these and so much more, I give thanks.
