Times are a changing around here. My girls are growing like beautiful flowers that are blooming into the most delightful young ladies despite all my worry, constant conversations and continuous praying.
The days seem to slip away in a millisecond as the seasons melt into one another and I find myself trying to memorize yet another year to write on my checks.
But this past year in particular has been especially blur-like. My eldest learned to drive, my youngest became a teenager, and my life perspective began to dramatically change. The little take for granted’s became monumental. My faith grew like it hasn’t in years and my constant enamor with social media and online life dissolved into disenchantment. I didn’t really know who I was for awhile. Has that ever happened to you? My senses were overstimulated as I tried to balance my life on what seemed to be a very tiny beam. My focus that was usually multifaceted, narrowed into an ability to focus on only one task.
I craved simplicity, stability, structure.
And my family.
I almost considered taking my blog down even though my mind kept a silent tally of ideas and notes as I went through my days.
I prayed for answers and waited.
And then I’d pray again.
Slowly I started to hear God’s whispers.
Family was first.
So I continued to pray and be a mom and a daughter and a sister and a wife and a child of God. By spring I started feeling the familiar little flutters of butterfly wings in my stomach that let me know when something is a changing. I went on a weekend getaway with some dear friends. Conversations unfolded and God started speaking to me rather than whispering.
I started getting answers to prayers.
I was in awe. Why do I always respond with surprise when answered prayers come?
Blessings can come in such beautiful packages.
And unusually surprising ways.
I knew that I had to keep going. My passion for inspiring people was planted in me before I was born. Nothing makes my soul smile like making people feel something stir inside. Whether it comes from sharing a delicious recipe that we’ve enjoyed or a table I’ve set to decorating my foyer or fireplace mantel and everything in between, I love to inspire you. And I believe that is what God has called me to do.
So for the past few months my husband, My Yanni, and I have been working on a new blog as I’ve been trying to keep up with the constant flow of creative ideas, recipes, decorating suggestions, and DIY projects as we decide on fonts and layouts and widgets and designs. We’re working on the last little details and kinks and hope that the new Wenderly will be up in a few weeks.
*photos credits for this pic go to my eldest daughter*
I hope that you’ll join me for all the new inspiration that I would love to share with you.
First on the list are homemade carmel apple hand pies made with the apples we picked from our magical family trip to the apple orchard.
With love and anticipation!