This morning I was up with the sun. I watched the sky change colours and curled up on the couch while the first rays of the day warmed my face. The children joined me shortly after with requests for food. After breakfast I took the scraps to the chickens and soaked in the morning light.
There is so much going on in our world today and I often go to bed with a heavy heart. I worry about the challenges my littles will face as I watch so much unfold around us. Between this pandemic and the politics and opinions on social media, I wish I could keep them home forever, guard them from what's happening, but I can't.
At almost twenty weeks along people wonder why I would want to bring another child into the world as we know it now. Though I struggle to know what the future will hold, I have never doubted our decision to welcome another baby into our home. I also feel deeply about my divine role as a wife and mother.
There is a gorgeous painting that has been circulating around of a home surrounded by stormy skies. Inside a father and mother, with an infant in her arms, are holding up the walls. fields of flowers line the floors and beams of hope shine from behind them. Right now, it perfectly depicts my feelings. Our homes can be filled with hope, beams of faith and beauty despite the turmoil and storms in the world around us.
Here in the safety of our home we will weather the storms and guard against hate. We will teach our children of a loving Heavenly Father who has a plan for each of us. We will learn to love one another, to forgive and to be Christlike. We will fill our walls with hope and faith and endure whatever might come our way.
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