Gratitude. head to toe.
Last night as Aliyah slept in the other room and Tyler dozed on the couch around me, I sat downstairs and listened.
All of the lights were off except one. You could hear the faintest bit of traffic zipping by on the other side of the homes across from the main street. Far away, someone slammed a car door. The dogs slept at Tyler's feet.
It felt like the entire world was still and I was there, with my feet tucked under the blanket, staring up at the ceiling when the feeling hit me.
I am so grateful for all of this.
I have asked God more times than I can ever count why he chose to give me this life. I certainly am not worthy. Not in the least. This family. These friends. The opportunities. My beautiful husband, and that precious, precious baby girl.
Nothing I have ever done warrants the gifts that have been bestowed upon me.
I have wished a hundred times that there was a word deeper than LOVE. and lately I find myself wishing over and over for a word greater than THANKFULNESS.
My life is not glamorous. I will never be the most beautiful, the most creative, the wealthiest. I am as imperfect as they come. But somehow, despite my flaws, this little life of mine is heavy with Grace.
... and I find myself on so many occasions, sitting on the couch (or in the car or in bed or any number of other places) with my head spinning - wondering just how I’ll ever be worthy of so much.
Thank you for this life.


















