October

“I will sing of the goodness of God.”

Every morning I make a warm cup of something and take my blanket out to the eastern porch chairs to watch the sun rise. The horses are translucent in the skeins of fog and dew in the pasture. Then, the sun creeps over the treeline and columns of light are thrown over the flats of grass. It’s my favorite part of the day. That’s when I feel closest to God and I pray while I sip my warm cup of something. If you want to be prayed for, drop a comment or text me. I’d love to pray for you. I think of them as hugs.

October was a hard month. I guess it’s not quite over yet and there are good parts about it.

We went to Mississippi in the beginning of the month where Nick worked with our brother-in-law and I spent many hours with my sister. We were there for a week and a half, came back up north for a week and headed down south again for the forseeable winter. We are renting a house from a couple in West Point. We are planning to attend Okolona.

But that one week spent at home in the north was glorious. I went on walks with my friends and my soul was delighted by autumnal beauty. I even wrote a poem about walking in the woods. I’ve discovered I simply cannot run out of ways to convey the woods in words.

I found myself healing emotionally and spiritually in those seven days. Jesus is good.

October first marked the first year of marriage for me and Nick. We spent a day and a half in Nashville to celebrate in typical foodie and art fashion.

It seems odd to me that one would celebrate an anniversary. I feel as if I’ve passed a milestone and now none of the years matter anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I love marriage. Well, most parts.

October second I miscarried our baby. That was the hardest part of this month. I love the thought of Nick’s mom being a grandma in heaven, though. And I will say this again and again, Jesus is good. Despite any grief we hold, Jesus is good. He is so good.

Now, we live in the south. It seems this untactful Northerner has a few things to learn about respect. laughs

I chose to forgo a job while in the south. I like my days at home—working for my husband and God—purposefully living slowly. I’m painting and having fun cooking. Maybe I’ll get the whole set of the Mitford series read again.

In the evenings, I look out to the west and see the sun set in crimsons over the fish ponds. I am content.

Until next month—

God bless all of you.