childhood wonder // museum light // new plush brother // window // day at the park // comfort food // the big jump // summer melons // shades // disc // wood // this beauty // skate girl // evening longboarding //
Time speeds by, I cannot believe that August is only two weeks away from ending and we will begin to settle into the swing of a new school year. My big boy entering Kindergarten and myself entering a new season of guiding young ones and no longer having a baby and a preschooler. My heart is beginning to yearn for fall, although I am also already feeling sad for the loss of late warm evenings and outdoor adventures the summer brought. Every turn brings newness and the sameness in a new way and I am trying to embrace it. Letting go of the mistakes and making better choices. Working for my dreams and working my way there even when self-defeating voices squirm their way into my head. Listening to those who love and support me and trying so hard to find the balance between it all.
I love to write and share images and thoughts and passions. I love reading others who share their heart and knowledge, also. But there is an inner struggle I have been battling between sharing and simply being. Social media has a way of killing the joy for me. Every time I post something on my facebook, I feel remorse and anxiety. I begin to actually worry about who “likes” me (both literally and based off of the click of a button), and if I am too much for some people. All of us will always be “too much” of something to someone, though. Is this normal? If it is, it is a strange thing to put myself through. I have come close to deleting my social media accounts several times, but there is always a practical reason for not doing it – a conversation with someone not finished, my phone contacts needing to be switched over manually, my photography page and networking sources. Deleting it may not be the answer, but it is difficult to find the balance. I find nothing added to my life when I log on other than too many opinions and articles, so I haven’t been as much, and I have weeded out many of the people I follow.
I have almost finished a book by Jo Piazza titled, If Nuns Ran the World. The author found modern day nuns living in America and shared their stories, dedicating a chapter each to 10 different radical ladies. It has profoundly impacted me. Not in a way that I wish I were a nun, but that I wish I could have that dedication to make a difference in lives without needing any fanfare. That I would be willing to give the loving embraces these women offer strangers and fight for the marginalized. Of course, I have chosen a family and with that come my first responsibilities, but I have a heavy burden on my heart that my children begin to see compassion and selflessness and the gospel that we believe in lived out. As their mother, I question….when do they see this in me? There are so many things I long to teach them that I have not yet learned.
The beginning of the school year always seems like a more appropriate time for resolutions than January 1st to me. Preparing for homeschooling, I have spent plenty of time thinking about academic curriculum and envisioning how our school day will be carried out and what our weeks will look like. But there is another greater, deeper element I want to turn my focus to. This year, I want to find ways to be a part of the lives of those who are hurting. I want my children to look at others and feel the same compassion Jesus felt when he looked out at the crowds gathering at his feet.
Because if there is one thing that this hurting world needs more of, it is compassion and love and mercy.