I started my last blog 2 years ago. It feels like much longer than that. I enjoy the therapeutic act of journaling. I am a verbal processor and blogging allows you to feel like you have a captive listener, but I don't ever seem to have the time to really keep up on it. Recently, I have been missing it and desiring to return.
When I went to make a post on the Reluctant Hippie Family blog, I felt as if I was reading the words of someone else. While I am thankful for that season in my life and feel that God refined me in amazing ways, it is a different season now. That was a season of great wrestling. Fighting to change our lot. Fear about the uncontrollable. Disappointment with unmet expectations. It was a season of letting go. Learning to open my hands. Walking in faith. Believing in good.
The name Reluctant Hippie Family does not describe us any more. I am no longer reluctant about the boundaries given to us. I am learning to accept our lot. This doesn't mean it is not still hard to open my hands and let go of fear and the desire to control but it is a a much easier battle.
So, here begins the journey of the New Hippie Family.
