It's been a week.
There's comfort in the flowers on my table.
There's comfort to be found in the food I eat
and the words and hugs of loved ones.
There's also comfort in the pictures.
Because in the moments when it feels like the world has flipped upside down,
and nothing is as it should be,
the pictures tell me
there is joy.
There is happiness.
And there are good memories being made.
Through times I won't necessarily want to remember, there are still those I will.
Like his first swim lesson.
Like her incessant attempts to do a handstand in the living room.
And just like life, I'm learning the published pictures don't have to be perfect.
The crinkled-up-nose and fake smile doesn't need to go in the delete pile.
There is laughter, beauty and truth here.
We are all in process.
Life isn't a perfectly posed picture.
It's getting knocked down, and learning how to get back up again.
It's a journey to find peace and joy in the midst of chaos and sorrow.
|wrapping up his baby|
And in the middle of it all are some of the quietest, most tender moments.
I struggle to embrace what God has appointed for me.
And I simultaneously give Him praise for all that He has given.