I’ve been feeling a bit nostalgic as of late. Yes, a little emotional too.
I watched Sarah, Plain and Tall last Sunday afternoon with Olivia and cried the entire way through it. Thankfully she didn’t notice.
It’s amazing how much pregnancy hormones will effect every aspect of your life. Not only your stomach (queasy anyone?), joints, hair and nail growth, a protruding abdomen, etc… but also your ability to make it through a movie you can almost quote, without bawling like a baby.
There has been a lot swirling around me lately. A lot of pain and grief. But also much joy. Sometimes it’s hard to sort through the feelings… deal with the grief yet celebrate the joy, living life at the same time.
It has been a hard season, these last few months. But we are good and holding on to the promises we have.
Recently I was reading the blog of a dear lady who has meant a lot to me through my life. I was reminded of the faithfulness of God and how He ministers to each of us during the different seasons we find ourselves in.
I thought back over my life and was filled with thankfulness, for all those God placed in my life at just the right time. Sometimes I wasn’t even aware of their presence until after. Sometimes it was in the isle at Wal-mart, in the hall way at church, learning geometry, sitting in Sunday School, eating chicken salad, drinking hot tea… I know God has shaped and molded me through those precious women, encouraging me along the way. I wish that I could say thank you to each one, to tell them what they’ve meant to me, how I changed because of their influence and how I still remember.
It would be impossible to name them all.
I wish they could see my tears even now, hormones and all, for they would see my deep gratitude.
And then I can’t help but remember the 3 precious women in Ukraine. Those I feel I left behind after too short a time of teaching and instructing. The 3 who put their life on hold for a few days to seek healing. Who were scared, who didn’t want to but knew they had to. Who risked everything to come partake in God’s Word with two American girls who really didn’t know what they were doing. My thoughts never drift too far away from them, wondering where they are now and the ways God has found them, how they really are. They are my true heroines. And will forever be. The women who have lost so much, yet risk it all to become whole again.
I have been so blessed to have known so many women who have in some way changed me. I pray my own daughter will be as blessed. There’s only so much (and oh how much) a mama can say. We women need the words and lives and examples of other women, throughout our lives.
So thank you, you have all meant so much…