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For flowers that bring the sunshine in, dark roast with almond milk, for deep rivers of friendship with little laughs as a soundtrack. For quiet time to take down my thoughts alone, and for our heirloom quilt and the tiny legs that line up to snuggle underneath for storytime. For all this and more than I could imagine, grateful for sacred in the everyday.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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“And he led them out as far as Bethany, and lifting up his hands he blessed them. While he blessed them, he parted from them and was carried up into heaven. And they worshiped him and returned to Jerusalem with great joy, and were continually in the temple worshipping God.”
Luke 24:50-53

I’m slow to post these days, because I feel like I haven’t much to offer y’all.

Honestly, I spend a lot of time right here: snuggling my babies, not being productive in any measurable way whatsoever. Wiping peanut butter off chubby cheeks, staying in my pjs all day because they’re the comfiest outfit for my extra-35-pounds postpartum body and they’re the easiest uniform for turning on the sprinkler (again) or bending down to teach a kid why we DO NOT HIT and we need to be kind to our brothers. (#boymom anyone? 🤣) But the truth is, I’m a recipient of Grace always. I never did have anything glorious to offer the Lord in the first place, and neither did his people in Luke. They followed Christ around like little puppy dogs ready to eat every word and blessing from his hands and obey him just because he was theirs. The one who finally came to be their everything. And what did they do as he ascended? They worshipped. Continually.
Jesus gives a blessing, and the most logical response is worship.

Whether you are in the midst of overflowing inboxes, overflowing laundry, overflowing laughter, or overflowing tears, He has given you Himself, in overflowing measure.

So as I sit in this exact spot, with my babies watching Magic School Bus for the 87th time, may I worship. In the midst of all these blessings, it’s the only true response.

Where are you sitting today? I pray you worship continually, because His grace has come to you.

I didn’t ask for this.
I didn’t ask to wake up tired, spending body and soul for little ones who will never be able to thank me for what I’ve done.
I didn’t ask to live with a man who can’t read my mind.
To fight my mom every day about boyfriends and whether I should quit playing violin or running on the cross country team. (You were right. I’m so glad I didn’t.)
I never asked to walk with women so different from me, to see friendships come and go, to try and fail to connect in this season of trench warfare we call parenting.

But then...
I didn’t ask for tiny smiles and tiny toes, blown kisses and teachable hearts, and more imagination than I knew a kid could have.
I didn’t dream the man I married would know me and serve me better every day, that I’d get the honor of being his champion while he grows into the man God’s called him to be.
How could I know my mama would power me through childbirth just as she cheered me and strengthened me through every high school race I ran, and love my children as fiercely (and with as many adventures) as she did her own?
And I couldn’t have guessed these women in my life would shepherd my heart, teach me the love of Christ, listen to my crazy ideas, allow me to bear their burdens with them, and lay down their lives for me.

I didn’t ask for this.
How could I? God’s grace to me in motherhood, marriage, daughterhood, sisterhood is so much more than I could’ve asked for. I couldn’t be more grateful for my Mom, my own kids, husband Andy, and my sisters mothering alongside me and mothering my heart as we chase Jesus together. I wouldn’t be the same without you. Every challenge is worth every bit of joy I know with you.

If today’s painful for you, know I’ve been praying for you. Jesus sees your tears and is so near. And God offers the ability to mother and be mothered in our church community, so I pray that for you ladies as well.
Happy Mother’s Day, loves.

Finally, God’s given us our boy! Jonathan Alastair Craig came to meet us Monday 4/1 at 4:27am. He was 8lb 15oz & 21inches. Labor was smooth, and we are happy, healthy, and grateful to be home!

God made his brain a little different, with fewer connections between hemispheres (called partial agenesis of the corpus callosum or PACC), which can cause developmental delays. With the help of his doctor we’re keeping an eye on his development, and we are extra thankful he’s doing everything right on target!

His big brothers love him. Toby told baby “I’m gonna keep you” this morning, but Elliott’s a little pouty about not being the baby anymore! Special thanks to our parents for loving our boys and helping us through this crazy time! We couldn’t do this without you.