After five years of blogging and nearly two years of running A Fresh Brewed Faith, I wanted to devote a post to the reasons behind this blog’s name, and why I’ve chosen to make blogging such a passionate hobby of mine.
This morning’s harsh, March wind is pounding helplessly at our windowpanes, crashing through the newly budding tree limbs, and recklessly knocking over anything in it’s way. The springtime cold snap has officially shoved it’s way through.
Yes, it’s true – this post was supposed to be a fabulous, springtime lemon muffin recipe. Spoiler alert…it’s not! 😀
We officially have just under 10 weeks left before we meet the newest little addition to our family! I think it’s also safe to say that I am officially in crazy-mama-nesting-mode.
I have a confession to make.
Lately my desire to be in control of my life has far outweighed my desire to trust in the Lord.
Sometimes our battlefront is right here. In the few minutes of hot coffee we get to enjoy before the sun wakes up. In the chill of the dark, February morning air. In the quiet before the chaos of “Mom, where’s my other sock?!”
I couldn’t decide what to write about for this weekly brew. I’ve had a million thoughts on my mind lately. So I asked my husband. He said decisively and without hesitation, “Peace.”
“Peace?” I almost accusingly inquired. “But I always write about peace. I think people get tired of reading about peace.”
He simply replied, “In a broken world, there’s never enough peace.”
I suppose that’s all I need to write.
So open-endedly, and without explanation,
At the end of some weekends, we feel rested, rejuvenated, ready to get Monday started. At the end of others, we feel weary, stressed, and uncertain of whether or not we can make it through another week so soon.
Last week we found ourselves browsing at Home Depot, just for fun – a luxury of sorts, especially for Hubby who adores hunting through the used wood pile and discarded paint colors.