*Disclaimer… this story is not within the realm of my usual blog post genres. Full disclosure: I’ve been putting off writing and posting this for several months. But during those months I’ve felt God wrap this part of my story in a sense of urgency to share it. I’m not sure who is meant to read it, but I pray that through it, someone else may be encouraged, and feel not so alone.
He is Risen!
Those glorious words resound throughout all nations this morning because, Praise be to God, our Saviour lives!
After five years of blogging and nearly two years of running A Fresh Brewed Faith, I wanted to devote a post to the reasons behind this blog’s name, and why I’ve chosen to make blogging such a passionate hobby of mine.
This morning’s harsh, March wind is pounding helplessly at our windowpanes, crashing through the newly budding tree limbs, and recklessly knocking over anything in it’s way. The springtime cold snap has officially shoved it’s way through.
Sometimes our battlefront is right here. In the few minutes of hot coffee we get to enjoy before the sun wakes up. In the chill of the dark, February morning air. In the quiet before the chaos of “Mom, where’s my other sock?!”
Last week we found ourselves browsing at Home Depot, just for fun – a luxury of sorts, especially for Hubby who adores hunting through the used wood pile and discarded paint colors.
There has been a lot of grumpiness going on in our household lately.
Nap time strikes, temper tantrums, and late nights make for grumpy kids and a grumpy mama.