A work in progress

Not sure about the rest of you, but I keep waiting to feel  like I'm the age that I actually am. "Thirty-five" sounds mature. Confession….I don't feel  mature. I feel like I need to rebel against my age. Am I alone? I see this picture. And I think about my chosen career. I should feel  my age. But I don't. Maybe someday I will. Maybe. 

Only pictures today. These are snapshots of my current home through some changing seasons. Each of those seasons hold both joys and sorrows. Each snapshot holds a season of lessons learned, memories made, and gratitude that God is faithful, no matter the season of my heart.