Just as we have over the past warm nine months, we’ll creatively adjust to the next colder three. In this post, I’ll share why I’m choosing hope we’ll turn this pandemic winter, this Plan B, into something truly beautiful.
There’s a hope—a peace in the storm—we find by looking at how God’s carried us through dark seasons, allowing us to trust no matter how bad things are right now, joy is on the way.
Stepping outside ourselves – lifting each other up, offering a helping hand, a virtual shoulder to cry on – reminds us we’re all in this together.
I think about people on the front lines and parents both working full-time jobs on top of this homeschooling saga and feel guilty even bringing my hard to the table. But you guys, this is hard for everyone. And everyone else’s hard doesn’t make yours any less hard.
What was your favorite thing about me today, mommy?
This has become our new routine, one she won’t let me forget. Every night, as I tuck her in, I tell her. Every night, she asks.
What if we met people where they’re at rather than where we want them to be?
What if we used this time of being home with our family, this time of putting schedules and pickups and activities on hold, to really learn each other better?