On the glorious splendor of your majesty, and on your wondrous works, I will meditate. They shall speak of the might of your awesome deeds, and I will declare your greatness. They shall pour forth the fame of your goodness and shall sing aloud of your righteousness.
And you are invited here.
The Lord is gracious and merciful, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love. The Lord is good to all, and his mercy is over all that He has made.
And you are invited here. Read more
On Monday, I received a sister which is one of the greatest gifts to be given. Having grown up with and experienced countless seasons with my two sisters, I know that adding a sister is just the beginning of so much more. Ember, you are so loved by us, and we love that Bodie chose you and that you chose him.
Now, there’s four of us. 🙂 And I kinda think you fit right in! The funny part? Technically, you’re the only only Brock sister now since the rest of us married into different last names. How quickly the tables turn! 😉 By the way, I love the happiness on your face here. This is just the beginning of our sisterhood. ❤
On Sunday night, Bodie finally left the living room so you could show me your wedding dress hidden underneath the blanket. I’ve been gushing about your wedding dress for months and seeing your dress (in person!) was made even better by the fact that we were in Cheyenne’s home. These are the kind of things that dreams are made of! All four of us girls, in the midst of a crazy night, were together with your wedding dress sprawled over the couch. And it was the perfect dress for you in every way.
There is so much that goes on during a wedding day, but brides have this beautiful habit of exploding with joy despite the hustle and bustle of it all. I love this picture, and whatever happiness got caught in the photo.
This moment with your mom is priceless. I am sure your photographer got a more clear and detailed photo, but no amount of blurriness and low quality can hide the beauty of this quiet exchange. I love that blurry wedding pictures can’t hide a thing, because the joy of love is always shouting through. Read more
I know you, because I am just like you. And I don’t care how different your life looks from mine or the diversity of our valleys. You are me. And I am you. In so many ways.
These words are for you.
It’s like the darkest place you’ve ever been, right? Like you could suffocate or be crushed in an instant. It’s like you’re walking in a hard place next to people who are rubbing salt in your wounds. Like the cold, impersonal floor knows your tears better than anyone else. It’s like questions that grab you and shake you and say, is God actually good? It’s like sitting in church and being unable to sing. Like you’re surrounded by fear on every side.
So yes, we know each other.
And I need you to hear this.
I have probably had the best spring of my life this year….not because life was easy, but because life was lived. When you walk in something hard, you forget how to breathe. When your heart is learning to die so that it can truly live, you can feel so discouraged. When the deep parts of your life are drastically changing, you actually just feel really stuck.
But there will be a moment (followed by a hundred more) in which you will come up for air and find that you don’t have to suffocate anymore. You don’t have to be held hostage by your feelings. You don’t have to be afraid of different. Because different than you had planned is exactly what God has designed full of purpose. The end of yourself is the best place to begin and the beginning of the best.
I believe that.
I have known it.
I am living it.
God wants more than survival for us, He wants satisfaction for us. And God knows (oh, how He knows!) that the only satisfaction for our souls is Himself.
And so-
