A Beautiful Mosaic

Written December 1, 2012: I am going to miss working with my husband. Even when it drove me crazy, it was still better than not working together. Being together every day and having to rely on one another that much only brought us that much closer. So though it sounds pathetic, and ungrateful, I am going to miss him. Written December 4, 2012: It was strange. It felt too much like a normal Friday where I always turned the Barton keys over around 3pm and left for some much needed respite. But this time I was taking my crate of stuff with me and wouldn't be returning Sunday night for another shift change and daily life with the girls. Instead, I will report on Monday to my new office in Williamson Hall and do my best not to be completely overwhelmed by this new call, this new role, the craziness that is bound to ensue. So as much as I tried, it never snapped out of normal Fridaydom even as I handed out passwords, flash drives, my life for the last year and a half. I have had a few

Oh come let us adore Him. My heart was at peace. I breathed deeper than I had in over a week. Because all that was my responsibility in that moment was adoring One who does not falter. The qualities in Him which mandate adoration are unchanging as is His entire being, thus I do not have to worry in this beautiful, quiet moment of adoring what my role is or whether or not I am fulfilling it correctly. It is completely and entirely summed up in my gaze at the cross at the front of the sanctuary and how it all started in a manger.