Grace

Getting into the hang of life in Canaan.

First couple of weeks have been wonderful but the tough realizations have started to reveal themselves as I get into the grind of everyday life and things start to become more mundane as the newness wears off. I couldn't be more grateful for the people that surround me and the small ways that grace has been revealed.

The Lord gives you what you need. No more and no less.

Each day is an anointing of fresh grace that doesn't wear itself out until you lay your head down.

My internet/communication situation has been rough and my expectation of what it looks like to communicate with loved ones back home has had to change. I learned even in that, there is grace. I was starting to long for social media and home more than I needed too. I was getting stuck in the same lifestyle that I had back in the states. Maybe the fact that it has been difficult to communicate had been grace.

Maybe the fact that I was so emotionally exhausted to even cry about not being able to skype with my sister was grace.

Maybe sitting around with the girls, holding back tears and laughter as we ate brownies or laughing/screaming with Alisa as we stayed up late at night trying to kills flying cockroaches was grace.

Grace was what we needed, when we didn't know what we needed and it was what got us through.

Maybe life in Canaan is grace when we needed it.

Sun beams jetting behind the mountain during morning yoga.