Friday, January 01, 2010

Happy New Year!

I don't have any resolutions to share so I thought I'd take this first day of 2010 to reintroduce myself and what I hope that this blog will be.
I am 42 years old and have been married to Dean (The Mr.) since 1986. We met when I was 15 and he was 17. We have two sons (Daboyz); Jay is 22 and Mac is 21. And a dog named Donny who was born in 2007. Both of my grandmothers passed away in the last few years and we are blessed beyond words to have purchased my Gramma Gerhardstein's house where we now live. Jay is in the process of purchasing Grandma Trent's house after my dad has done a flip and a half on it! Jay works in the banking industry and Mac is a full time college student pursuing a nursing degree. By the way, I'm a psychiatric nurse and the Mr. works for one of the Big Three.
I love and thank God for my job but I'm not a career woman. I am a displaced homemaker! I need to work to help support the family but given my druthers, I'd be happy and proud to call myself a housewife and that alone.
And the purpose of this blog? Forever changing it seems. I have gone through long stretches where it seemed to be a devotional; many postings that were like a personal journal and a good number musing about paint choices and hair dos (and don'ts) and one unfortunate incident with a toilet and a shop vac. It all comes down to my life scripture:

Ecclesiastes 3: 1 To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven: 2 A time to be born, And a time to die; A time to plant, And a time to pluck what is planted;3 A time to kill, And a time to heal; A time to break down, And a time to build up; 4 A time to weep, And a time to laugh; A time to mourn, And a time to dance; 5 A time to cast away stones, And a time to gather stones; A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing; 6 A time to gain, And a time to lose; A time to keep, And a time to throw away; 7 A time to tear, And a time to sew; A time to keep silence, And a time to speak; 8 A time to love, And a time to hate; A time of war, And a time of peace.

This verse has been my touchstone when I thought that my pain was too much to bear; the promise that seasons are defined by their very limits. It's also been my permission to embrace joy; the truth that seasons are expressed in unspeakable beauty. This blog is just a reflection of whatever season I am in. You'll find here a woman trying to figure out what color to paint her bedroom as well as one who is often afraid and faithless. You'll also find someone who will shamelessly ask for prayer and then sleep peacefully believing she is being brought before the throne. I won't promise you another season of devotions, comedies, tragedies, book reviews or the adventures of a new old house. The next post, like the next season, is sometimes as much a mystery to me as to you. I am honored by those who journey with me despite the fact that I am quite awful about commenting although I visit with all of you daily. Please forgive me for that. One thing is certain, that for every human experience, God has created a season big enough to contain it. Of infinite comfort to me is that the painful, faithless, fearful seasons have their limits and eventually must unfold into times to love, laugh and dance. Welcome to the season of grace, which never ends.


Terry said...

dear sara..just by the fact that your blog is so full of personal and devotional makes it very down to earth and good to read!
you know, you are always there when there is someone a little are there with your kind comments.
you are there whenever there is a prayer request over at donnas' "by his stripes"...
you were at my blog when bernie lost his little friend and your comment gave him so much comfort.
yes, not a whole lot of commenting you do dear sister but you are there when it really matters..
happy new year to you and the whole terry

ps what a lovely picture of you here and on your profile!

Trish said...

Love you all...Happy New year!

Jada's Gigi said...

What an awesome post! Hope to see you face to face this new year. Hugs, dear one.

donna said...

Blessings Sara....Happy New Year