Yet strangely enough, this summer has proven to be one of the best I can remember in a very long time. Instead of my normal routine of stressing through my summer bucket list, I decided to simply each day live slow and grateful.
Slow and grateful.
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It has became my mantra. My new way of squeezing the very life out of each day. No matter the ugly, the hard, the painful. Because when it really comes down to it, we don't get to choose the suffering that will happen throughout our lives.
But we do choose how much happy there is to fill in the cracks. The memories that will make us smile after years have passed. The simple activities that make you go to bed still talking about how good today was. The little things that become an overshadowing joy in the middle of pain.
So even though brokenness still hurts and tears will keep falling, may our homes be filled with little glimpses of heaven through the way we love and live.