Signs of Life

Happy Friday!! I'm so grateful today. The sun came up again this morning...and a thousand other reasons, including the little people living under my roof who relentlessly make messes.

Instead of seeing imperfections as thorns in my decorating flesh, I want to open my eyes and see them as signs of life.  These messes all stem from gifts in my life.  I still clean the mud off shoes (or make my boys do it), but I also know that if a neighbor walked in and saw a trail of mud, I wouldn't need to be embarrassed.  Its just proof of lives being lived, and houses are for living.  My home is a reflection of our life, and life's messes can be gloriously beautiful. ~The Nesting Place

Signs of Life

Its been just 22 days that I've known I have cancer and already its clear to me our lives will be divided into a before cancer/after cancer timeline, much like we have a before kids/after kids history.  

All of these photos were taken before my diagnosis.  Its been difficult in these 22 days to notice the things I used to...cancer seems to be so consuming, at least in these early days of doctors and tests and decisions.  I hope for next month's post to be noticing and appreciating the small things around me.  Or, maybe, for this season, the signs of life look different to me.  Also, I've no idea why I can't left-justify this paragraph.  :)

Installment #4

Instead of seeing imperfections as thorns in my decorating flesh, I want to open my eyes and see them as signs of life.  These messes all stem from gifts in my life.  I still clean the mud off shoes (or make my boys do it), but I also know that if a neighbor walked in and saw a trail of mud, I wouldn't need to be embarrassed.  Its just proof of lives being lived, and houses are for living.  My home is a reflection of our life, and life's messes can be gloriously beautiful. ~The Nesting Place

Signs of Life

Installment #2!

Instead of seeing imperfections as thorns in my decorating flesh, I want to open my eyes and see them as signs of life.  These messes all stem from gifts in my life.  I still clean the mud off shoes (or make my boys do it), but I also know that if a neighbor walked in and saw a trail of mud, I wouldn't need to be embarrassed.  Its just proof of lives being lived, and houses are for living.  My home is a reflection of our life, and life's messes can be gloriously beautiful. ~The Nesting Place