My Gratitude, A Letter To You

I don't know if I can say it enough: thank you!

Over the last four years I have met some amazing people through this little space where I write and share pictures of moments that I love. Some of you have poured your souls out to me over email. Others have given me encouragement through comments. I have found life long friends through this blog. I have met people from all over the world and some right down the street. Some have similar stories to mine, others with very different stories. 

I have read emails in tears, wishing I could hop on a plane and sit with you soon after you found out your baby's diagnosis. Not to say much, but to remind you that you are not alone, and someone understands the thoughts you keep hidden from everyone. Thoughts that seem so ugly, who would understand?

I have sat at my computer and poured out honest thoughts for you to read. I have had to come to a place where I care more about God doing a work in me than what people think about me. So many of you have thanked me for my honest writing. Some days I don't want to write at all, it hurts too much to expose my thoughts to my own eyes. I have found freedom in honesty. I have found a confidence that it is Christ alone who can do anything good in me. Even when I write about the days that seem hard—too hard—I have hope that Christ is making me more like him.

So thank you. Thank you for walking alongside of me through the joys and pain of life, sharing a piece of your heart with me as I open mine to you. 




The Imperfection I Need

In the last 6 1/2 years of motherhood, there has been a recurring reminder of how imperfect I am. Imperfection has become a close buddy of mine.

One thing I love about the imperfection that continues to show up in my life, is that it reminds me of what is really important.

My house fails at perfection. My children fail at perfection. My marriage fails at perfection…And I really fail at perfection.

Even though it can feel uncomfortable to live imperfectly, how amazing that imperfection points me to the perfect one. The only one who can give grace and contentment.

I am thankful that imperfection points me to my need for Christ. He has given me such joy and laughter. I have learned to laugh through the imperfection...because grace should bring on some really good laughter!


I'm not sure if I should call it nesting or panic mode…"I better get this done now, or it will never happen once the baby comes!" 

So I painted. I painted the bathroom, because that is where a pregnant lady should paint. Pee, paint, pee, paint.

Then I planted more succulents. Not only are they pretty, but they are survivors...And since my life is in survival mode, I'm kinda in love with them. Even the ones I thought I've killed have come back to life! They love me even when I neglect them…we have a beautiful relationship. I call them mommy plants.

Along with the little nesting/panic projects, I have been trying to enjoy the last days of the little guy growing in my belly. I lay awake at night and enjoy his movements. There is something precious about not knowing anything about him and anticipating the first moment we lock eyes. I laugh at his 2am hiccups and dream about how his life will change our family. I know this last month is a gift, I don't want to forget that.

© 2014 Natalie Falls