Friendship Friday ~ Connecting by Texting

This week has been hard.

Do I say that every week? Sigh.

I know that I’m not the only one with hard stuff. That’s kind of why I write. To remind us that we are not alone in whatever we are struggling through.

I am not alone.

You are not alone.

We are not alone.

One of the bright spots in my week has been texting and connecting with child #3. This picture of us was taken last month on a visit to see her and where she lives and works and to grab some together time before her shift.

Oh child #3. Way too much like me. But not like me, at all, really. So much braver and more independent and willing to risk. So much like me AND her dad.

IMG_1995 Yet so much her own unique individual, and that is what was so sweet in the midst of my hard this week. Texts asking and listening and sharing and reminding my heart of God’s faithfulness to complete the work he has started in all of us.

He is at work in us.

To move to the place of listening and not fixing. To sit with the fact that I can’t just jump in the gas guzzler white van and head out of town on a whim. Those are hard places for me to be.

Mothering at any stage is a hard place for me to be.

My older children have had to bear the brunt of that. They have done so with grace.

So this Friendship Friday as I reflect on a precious mother-daughter friendship that is in its early stages, I feel grateful for parenting grace and for the technology that was such a hard part of parenting (and still is with the ones left at home).

I’m thankful for growth in its use and for how it connects our hearts.

I’m thankful for connecting by texting.

Love you, S. Thank you for your words and your heart. Wish we were fighting, I mean, feeling our feelings together on yoga mats. One of these days. . . 

YOU are precious.

Thanks for heart-composting with me! I appreciate your words.