Happy 2019! I can’t believe it’s already been awhile since I’ve written on here. Okay. More than awhile. 2018 was a year full of blessings: One where I truly enjoyed summer for the first time since having children. One where I gained time with my dad after we almost lost him to septic shock in September (Praise God for his healing hand!). And, one where I’ve seen firsthand the Church’s love in action through its uncommon community.
However, this past year was also really hard. One where I’ve been continually at the end of myself needing Christ’s strength to carry on in motherhood, in my marriage, and in the everyday mundane. I guess, I know, that’s a good place to be, but often it doesn’t make it any less gut-wrenching. The dreary days of Winter also dampen my spirit, like I know it does for many of you. The days are cold and the nights seem unending. With the changing of the calendar, I usually get excited about all the goals I hope to accomplish, but this year I’ve been a little apprehensive about my big dreams as I know how fickle my heart can be. One second, the world is my oyster; the next, I just want to curl up on the couch and avoid the world.
But there’s hope for my fickle, unsettled heart. There’s hope for yours, too.
Hi! I'm Erin – a follower of Christ, wife, mama of two, and registered dietitian. Welcome to my blog where I write about intentional motherhood, intuitive eating, inspired discipleship, and whatever else I feel like! I'm so glad you're here.
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