Zach and I's first year of marriage was one of the hardest (maybe the hardest) years of our lives. It seemed like from the day we said our vows, the obstacles were around every bend. It sounds dramatic to say now, but we wondered if our marriage would ever see a peaceful season (if you've been married more than 5 years you'll probably laugh at that and say buckle up sister.)

God taught us some really good lessons, really early on.
and now, we're really, authentically happy. In the midst of the struggle. We have days we complain, nights we lay in bed and worry, but in our hearts we have joy.

In January of this year Zach got injured at work and had to take a pay cut working light duty and having a surgery in April. We've been living since in survival mode. Work. Pay bills. Take care of the baby.

It was difficult because when we thought we were finally in a place where we would have surplus, we ended up with just enough.

I smile though, because I’ve become so aware of how much just enough is. I praise God because just enough has filled our bellies and our hearts.

I rejoice at another year that the bills are paid.

Got never promised extravagance. He is a God of provision. And He is faithful.

My life is so full. My cup overflows.

Not with the promises of the world, but with the joy of God.