Granted

Ya’ll,

Living in America still overwhelms me, after living on an island in the middle of somewhere for a year. We’ve been back for a few months, now, and I still find myself just staring at all the stuff in the grocery stores; the milk, ALL THE CHEESE, the drinks, THE CEREAL, the snacks. Will and I made loaded potato soup today, and we used two entire blocks of cheese. He was worried about using it all, and then we both remembered that there are shelves constantly stocked with cheese at any grocery store. The things you take for granted. CHEESE.

We’ve been sick as stink. MS weather in the winter cannot get it together. Seventy degrees one day, 5 degrees the next day. Actually 32 degrees, but seriously… at that point, it’s 5 degrees. I’m from MS. We don’t know how to do freezing degrees. Period. Ever. At. All. The milk, bread, and alcohol are depleted… because what else are we going to do but eat bread and drink? Bless.

Will is amazing, ya’ll. I don’t praise him enough.  I really don’t. He’s the man of my dreams, and I would follow him to the ends of the earth. If ya’ll have seen the show Outlander, which is actually also a book series, and if you’ve not read any of it, you’re seriously missing out and you need to fix your priorities. Seriously. Get with it. Anyways, Will is the man we women dream of when we read books. True story.

Marriage is hard. But not hard. All at the same time. Which is, in fact, possible. The things that come with marriage; joined finances, buying houses, raising dogs, moving to another country, refiguring out life all the time, and communicating throughout it all, those things are hard. Living out life with the person the Lord created to be your helpmate is a serious miracle. A miracle I try not to take for granted. It makes life easier. Brighter. Lighter. Where the other is, is indeed home. We’ve learned a lot these past 3 1/2 years of marriage. A. LOT. Like one gets really grumpy in the mornings if there’s no coffee and everyone is loud and asks a gazillion questions, and one does NOT understand that making the bed before you get in it each night is important and makes you sleep better. I mean… duh.

We’ve been super hunkered down the past few months, deciding what’s next. TALKING about what’s coming, and where we’re going. All while living out this season of pause and reconnection and thankfulness of what we missed while we were gone. The Lord guides us forward and onward. Good things are coming this year. It’s holy, and lovely. Hope and faith and joy in what’s to come is holy. The Lord reminds us to take nothing for granted, for you never know when life will change.

Till next time!