November was a busy month of travel for us. My husband was out of town for work for almost a week, and then immediately after he returned, I traveled by plane across the country to visit my sister who I hadn’t seen in almost 2 years. After we returned from that flight, we all packed in the car and traveled by car 9 hours to PA for Thanksgiving. In hindsight, busy doesn’t even seem to be the right word for all that traveling madness… I’m glad I didn’t have to do all that traveling alone with two kids!

Before I had Nora, I traveled alone with Claire quite a bit. I mostly flew, and each time I got better at it. I used what I learned from traveling alone with 1 to hone in on what I would need traveling with two kids, and that became my starting point.

Happy NEW Year! “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come!” 2 Corinthians 5:17 (ESV)

* / / b e h o l d / / * . . The old has PASSED AWAY. The NEW has come. Bye, 2017: good, bad, ugly, indifferent. Bye, old you: broken, shattered, torn. BEHOLD: newness. New you, a new creation in Christ. New year. New possibilities. New opportunities. Newness. Because of HIM. Praying as this year closes and the new one comes, that you learn His new mercies every morning. His great love for you. His fullness. His grace, upon grace, upon grace. New. Because of Him, newness comes. And soon, one day, eternity with Him. No crying, no tears, only joy. Until then, behold. . . #theoldhasgone #newhascome #newyear #newcreation #becauseofjesus #grace #mercy #believe #faith #happynewyear #2018 #behold #resolution #bibleverse #hny #nye #newyear #newyou

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What newness are you seeking this coming year? Are you a new creation?

The other night I had dinner with the sweetest couple whose son was stillborn in August. Their desire to show compassion to others, their new outlook on life in spite of their grief, and their growing love for each other were inspiring. My heart was heavy, yet full. I cried when I stood in his nursery, complete but never used for its intended purpose.

They are living my nightmare, yet they are more than surviving. They are healing, at their exact right pace, and they are doing it with grace. I intended to bless them with a meal and friendship, and in their tragedy, they ministered to me. Grief is funny that way.

Our toddler is in the throes of her threenager stage at 31 months, and I am drowning in tantrums, attempted independence, and the fact that her last nap is nearing the end of its tenure.

This month is BUSY — my husband will be away for work, I will be traveling across the country with 2 kids without him (my mom will be joining us though) to see my sister for the first time in almost 2 years, and then we’ll be driving up north for Thanksgiving with my in laws.

Thriving? What’s that? I am barely surviving right now. One thing, in the trenches of (attempted) parenting a strong-willed toddler, that still makes me feel like I’m capable of SOMETHING is being crafty.