I Hope You Brought Your Gifts

Yesterday, my husband caught me raising my hands high in the bathroom, jumping up and down, and praising God that January is finally over, and February is finally here.

(And it wasn't the weirdest thing he's ever randomly seen me do. But that's neither here nor there.)

The point is that God has seen us through the miserable month of January (that still had its beautiful upsides, I might add).

And we're all still alive.

So, what's so great about February? Well, we're in the balance between winter and March, and I still know God's staying true to the promise that our family will flourish this year.

Also, it's my birthday month. I hope you brought your gifts.

Plural.

I turn forty in two weeks. And it's been my life's goal to give all my crap over to God for Him to sort out before I start living year forty and one day.

So far so good. I mean, there's been a lot of crap, you guys.

But He's sorting through it and finding the beauty in every single one of my massive issues.