Be Hitting the Slopes

Eight years since Sexy Neck and I have skied together downhill… and yesterday we skied together for the first time as a family of five.

Amazing to stop and reflect on the past eight years.

Incredible to hear the stories of when Nana skied with Sexy Neck and JC two Christmases ago.

Awesome to feel the swoosh under my skis.

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We still are planning on doing some nordic skiing with the boys.

Here they are getting ready:

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Be Walking in Your Own Footprints

Since being a chubby, hockey hairdo grade eight girl, I have loved the poem Footprints in the Sand.

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I loved the idea of a God that was willing to walk with me and then carry me during the hard times.  I first read this poem before I knew God personally.  The God who knit me in my Mama’s belly.  The God who knows each of the dyed hairs on my head.  The God who walks with me each and every day, often carrying me as I need.  Now I know Him…

As my bike sits in the garage during this icy, wintery weather, my feet have become my method of walking through my grief. As often as I can, I walk.

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I think of what Jesus walked through.

I walk one step at a time.

I release my pain.

Into His hands.

This journey is often solitary for a reason.

I know that no person, no amount of food or yummy Bailey’s with eggnog will take away my pain.

I choose every day to walk in it and through it.

With my incredible friends and family at my side and God carrying me when I need it.

Living.

Letting Go.

Loving.

Grieving.

Life to its fullest!

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