Thems here interwebz have a strange way of making this big, big world seem very small and cozy. They make it seem normal to email someone that you have never met, tell them that you will be in their town for a bit, and ask if by chance they would mind taking you to the airport. What should be total weirdness isn't weird at all. The ways that lives intersect and weave together is somehow beautifully comforting.
Heather from Blessed Little Nest is always looking for the lovely in the mundane. Finding beauty in grief. Using her heart to build a legacy for her dear son Samuel. She is creative. Versatile. But most of all, her life is marked by generosity. By a calm strength. Each post will make you want to love on your family more. To create effortless loveliness all around you.
I heart Heather. For a gazillion reasons more than her mad airport shuttle skillz. I know you will too.Hello Joy's Hope readers!!
My name is Heather from Blessed Little Nest and I'm honored, excited, and down right
tickled pink to be here today. I adore Julie and the beautifully inspiring blog she's created.
I landed on Julie's blog back in 2008 and haven't been the same since. In 2007 I lost my
six week old son Samuel to a devastating form of bacterial meningitis. In the year between
losing Samuel and finding Julie's blog I found myself feeling alone with much of my grief.
I wanted so badly to know that there were other mommas in the world that had not only
survived the loss of their child, but had found a way to still live a joyful life. I would search
online but was constantly met with stories of anger and depression. While I understood the
emotions behind each story, I couldn't identify with them. I would talk to God about how I
was beginning to doubt that it was really possible. I'd pray that He would help me stay strong
as I battled my way through, and would ask Him to guide me towards what I needed to heal.
That's when He sent me to Joy's Hope.
In Julie's posts I found a story of survival that I could identify with. Reading about how she
taught herself to sew in the months after losing Joy, and how she would pray while she listened
to the hum of her machine, resonated with me. Maybe it could help me, too? I marched myself
over to the closet and pulled out the unopened box that contained the sewing machine my boys
had given me a few months earlier. I sat staring at it for a while, thinking up a million reasons
not to open it, and then I remembered the one reason I should. God had answered my prayer
by bringing me to this new place of healing and I wasn't about to disobey Him now.
Just like Julie, I would pray while I stitched and I soon found myself getting lost in the sound
and rythm of my machine. After a while I felt relaxed and happy. And then it happened. The
part of me that I had been certain was gone forever, lost with Samuel, was given back to me.
The creative spark that made me who I was had been given back to me, only this time He handed
it to me in a beautifully wrapped package that contained a kind of joy that I had never felt before.
Through a blog and a sewing machine God brought me a new kind of peace, creativity, and healing.
While that's a sentence I never thought I'd type, I now understand that is the beauty of our journey.
We don't need to know where we're headed, we just need to trust that He will guide us in a way
that's more amazing than we could ever imagine.
Thank you for letting me part of your I Heart series Julie! I big puffy heart you.
Happy Monday new friends! I hope your day is a happy one!