It has been a rough summer.
Filled with struggle. Filled with sickness. Filled with disappointment. Filled with stories that are not mine to tell, and yet they are stories that intertwine with our hearts and lives.
As I have continued to paddle with one oar, I have prayed. I have pondered. I have wondered. I have asked for answers. I have felt a little sorry for myself. (Yes, I admit it. I am not prone to pity parties, but I've had a few this summer.) I started to "gather the moments" of July but I didn't have many photos and I didn't like many of the ones I had and I wasn't even sure what I would say, so I stopped.
And then I read these words*:
"Is our 'I' in the dust?"
And I had to answer honestly. No.
A pity party is all about "I." And while I will continue to pray and ponder and ask for answers, I am determined to put "I" aside and walk forward in trust.
* from Edges of His Ways: Daily Devotional Notes by Amy Carmichael
And as always, there are so many blessings . . . so many moments of beauty if only we're willing to see . . .
There were ordinary moments. A Sunday afternoon drive along the river. A kitty on an old quilt. A Sunday morning mocha.
We were blessed to be able to gather to celebrate the July birthdays. (With all of the other things that have been postponed or cancelled this summer, I am glad that this was not one of them.)
Milestone birthdays for both of our July girls!
Eve turned ten, which means it was her year for ten presents and a special box made by Papa.
Around the house,
July was the month for sprucing up the sun porch . . .
. . . and for filling in a space that was made when we "shopped the house" for the library. (More on that in another post.)
♪ ♫ Take my moments and my days,
let them flow in ceaseless praise. ♪ ♫