the words throughout this post were written by katie…
“God has shaped such a story within this heart,
and to think He planned for my messy mixed all-over the place colors
to create something unreal with Parker’s clean brushes.
It is such a privilege to love this boy.
An honor to be a part of his moments. Forever.
He is my miracle and somehow he says I am his.
When it’s a gift from God, your entire life is somehow flung into His freedom.
I just can’t stop falling for the precious little traces of Heaven that run through his veins.
I pray I never understand the vastness of this gift.
Because miracles can’t be understood.
Just believed, day in and day out, as the world wonders what wires us.
It sure is easy to be confident and safe in our skin,
when we know how beautifully broken we are.
Our cracks are only more vibrant, as He seals them with gold!
Love is a gift.
A gift from God, who does cartwheels when He sees us love the way love should be loved.
The past three years have been the hardest – years of loss and losing – yet years of so much good.
That alive, rich beyond money, “His Good” kind-of-good.
We have no solid plans –
on where we will live, where our careers will take us,
or even sometimes when we will see one another again after saying goodbye for the week.
While most would be frantic about this, we are so free.
Free to be free in His plans for us,
because freedom is so worth the faith fall.”