Joyful Jumping

Last week was a good week. Beyond good, really. Amazing even.

There were so many moments when I just felt so completely that I was exactly where I was supposed to be, doing exactly what I was meant to do right then. I lived in the moment I was in. It had been a while since I'd done that. It was shattering, in the best possible way. The girls were amazing, and I learned so many little lessons, and God showed me so many wonderful things.

When I'm depressed I forget how important it is to live a joyful life. Not always happy, but always joyful. I'm working on holding onto that.

I was scared to come home, scared that everything would be too real and too big again. But everything has been falling into place. All the big scary problems are becoming smaller and more manageable, and I am remembering that His grace is sufficient. I am finally finding the place I've wanted to be, after years of struggle and faltering.

It's an amazing feeling.

I'm living in small moments of amazement and wonder.