My wildflower.

So, I’m going to go out on a limb and say Maxwell will not appreciate me calling him a wildflower once he’s old enough to know the word ;) but, he’s my independent, wild, “blooms where is he planted” son and I cherish him.

Before Maxwell joined our family, we prayed for a baby to bless our family for 14 months, but for months we didn’t see those prayers being answered. It was a hard time for Zack and I. Two years ago, Zack and I traveled with Compassion International to Tanzania, Africa. For two whole years the experience of that trip has not left my mind. Not once. The constant smell of charcoal burning, the beauty of their country amongst all of the difficulty they experience. The big, gorgeous smiles of the people we saw and met. I would wonder how this trip would change me, and the only constant I’ve gathered for two years now is that God wants us to trust Him more than ever.

Like the wildflowers do.

What I’ve gathered is those that have plenty or those that are in need, every day is a fresh new day of wonder for us. Will today go as “planned” or will it change before my eyes? Yet no matter what, we’re cared for and looked after by Him.

Maybe had I known I’d become a mama a couple months after returning home from Tanzania I would have hesitated less about going ;) but then again, maybe not? I mean, riding on all of those airplanes — big and small, long trips and short trips, one stewardess or twelve — that felt like something to hesitate over at the time.

But I would go back to Tanzania in a heartbeat. I really would. Traveling to a country where their lives are so simple (compared to where we live,) I’ve never felt as close to God as I did there. It was an amazing thing to experience.

Mother’s Day is coming up soon and one of my dear handmade friends Lisa Leonard is offering a 20% off sale on her jewelry, like the My Wildflowers necklace I’m wearing above. You may use code SUNSHINE at checkout to save instantly.

Happy Monday, sweet friends! xo

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