We endured an exceptionally rainy September but are now reaping the benefits of it in the form of an unusually vibrant autumn. The fall colors here will never be as spectacular as they are in the Midwest, but it has been so refreshing to be among changing leaves.
As I push the stroller along the bumps and curves throughout our neighborhood, my heart naturally starts to cultivate gratitude. Gratitude for the content children tucked inside their respective seats. Gratitude for the opportunity to be home with my kids each and every day. Gratitude for a schedule that allows me to squeeze a walk in whenever the weather allows. Gratitude for a husband who trusts me to care for our children and run our household. Gratitude for my sweet little house that is exactly the right size to give everyone their space and still cultivate intimacy in our home. Gratitude for the faith that is foundational to our unity as a family and our purpose as individuals. Gratitude for the expansive sky overhead that never ceases to remind of of the One who created it.
My days are often long, and the time I have to myself is usually very short. But taking the time to walk has become a critical component in me keeping a right perspective on life. It's amazing to me how quickly I can feel burdened by the very things that God intended to bless me with. Interrupted sleep, disobedience, and the hands-on nature of this parenting season quickly overwhelm me more often than I care to admit. Taking walks with me kids doesn't buy back the hours of sleep I missed in the night or instill an obedient heart in my preschooler, but it does give me space to see the good in my circumstances instead of the bad.
Love,
Erica
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