I awoke this morning; conflicted emotions twirling about
within my soul.
I am happy. I am blessed with these precious humans God has
briefly given me charge over.
I am weeping. I miss
their daddy so very much. I mourn for all he has missed these past four years.
I am joy filled at who our children have grown to become;
their sincerity, their humor {often inappropriate}, their perseverance. The
process of growth always requires stretching and discomfort. It hasn’t been
easy shepherding them to this point, and we will face difficulties in the path
ahead as well; but when the dust settles on each day and I pause to observe, my
heart finds answered prayers sprinkled throughout and deep gratitude.
I am specifically sentimental over the Christmas season this
year.
My word for 2017 has been “open”. I have prayed daily for God to prepare and open my heart for my future. (Think
empty nest on the horizon here.) I have tried my hardest to remain grace filled
and open minded in my parenting decisions. I have allowed myself to be open to
the floodgate of griefs’ emotions as they have washed over me (so much hardness
in this process).
And here we are, the three of us, entering the final days of
2017 together. My heart is thankful.
These people are such a glorious reflection of their father and
my love affair. My three greatest gifts in this life are my personal salvation
through Christ Jesus, the honor of being the wife of Tim Streller, and the privilege
of being mom to these incredible humans.
Merry Christmas from the Streller Family
