I've been going through a rough patch lately,
well, more like a void or living in limbo.
We've dubbed this time
'The Lost Months'.
I was recently reminded to count my blessings.
I thought that would be a nice change from wondering what happens next.
So, here goes...
One of my favorite blessings.
I know, not cool Mom. I don't care.
We were married for seven years before he came into our lives.
A lot a prayer and a lot of tears were shed before God blessed us with him.
Right from the start it was clear he was going to be an adventure to raise.
He was going to be just like his Dad. Which isn't a bad thing.
It just requires a lot of energy.
And a lot of trusting God along the way.
We have some amazing memories.
He's become an awesome young man, seeking God with his life.
And of course, still seeking adventure... still his Dad's son.
He wanted to spend his summer in New Zealand teaching snowboarding... which he is very good at!
Instead he's spending the summer in Thailand working with a missions organization.
I'm so excited for his next great adventure and proud of his choices.
Yep, he's one of my greatest blessing!
