life

Sometimes I am just not sure what to write, it is much easier to type about the fun trips, the pretty food, big milestones, and exciting events. But let's be honest, those things don't happen everyday. And the days that are tough are often not recorded.

I have been given the gift of typing up some of my Papa's writings. It truly is such a gift. He has written pages upon pages about his life. From when he was a little boy, to Army years, moving to Greenville and so on. What a priceless gift...and the awesome thing is, he is still here to talk about it with me.

The past week or so I have typed out the stories of how he was stationed at Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio, Texas for training just a couple of months after he and Gammy married. And then how he was then given orders from the Army to report to New York City where they lived for 3 years.

You know, that wasn't necessarily how they had things planned. He had just started his optometry practice, they were newlyweds and then they were far away from home.

They have both told me it wasn't easy being so far away, but looking back those are some of their favorite memories. They saw parts of the country they would have never seen, met some incredible people, and became more independent.

So here we are in Texas. Twelve plus hours from family and friends that have known us for many years. We are still finding our niche.

When you are a stay at home mama, there are days that are long. Days that require lots of grace and patience and prayers. Some days are lonely, some days there are tears, somedays you just want to hang out with your own mama or sit on your Gammy's porch and be filled with lots of love and laughter.

Don't get me wrong, there is nothing I would rather be doing. I love being a mama and being the one to shape and teach my son and provide a nurturing home. 

I love taking care of David and with the crazy hours and schedule that is always changing, we try to maintain as much stability at home as possible.

David has been working hard, last month was ob/gyn and this month internal medicine. I feel like next week should be the end of the month...but there are 2 more weeks ahead of us. He informed me these two months were the worst of block of intern year. I can say we both agree with that and are feeling it.

The quick advice is always, "it will get better, think how far you have come, it won't stay like this."

And I hear that. I know that is true.

But I also want to be real, I want to say that it had been a tough couple of months. 

 When a friend asked me how it was going, instead of saying "fine, we are good," I decided to really share.... and that is when God peeks through. When I admit that I am struggling a little bit. When I open up and say we don't have it all together, that is where truth is. That is where God is.

I don't say all of this to be negative, but it is our life right now and it is part of our story.

I firmly believe God is using this time to shape us and mold us and teach us and show us life is all about  bringing glory to Him and realizing He is the only answer in those times we struggle.

"My grace is sufficient for you. For my power is made perfect in weakness."

2 Corinthians 12:8