Meet the Magnolias

  We're moving! But only to another duplex in our same city! (Lol at the use of "city" here. IYKYK) In July, we found out that our landlord needed to raise the rent of our current place. Within an hour or two, we'd found out that some friends of ours have a rental opening up soon. It truly was a provision from the Lord. The timing, the location, all of it. We've lived in this duplex for 9 years! Jordan moved in a couple of months before we got married, and I drove here to make it my home straight after our wedding! I feel like I need to write this post for myself just to reflect and show my gratitude for the home this house has been. We've celebrated so many holidays here. We brought Shaw home here! We've started traditions here that we'll always have.  We have battled depression and anxiety. I've found my perfect match in a counselor. We've embraced ourselves, and we're thriving. The Lord has provided financially again and again. And again

This blog is my outlet any time I have something to say (and am not too lazy to say it), so it shouldn't be a surprise to any of you that I'm finally touching on Covid-19 and the main feelings I've had about it over the last 17 months. I feel like we were doing well. The numbers were decreasing slowly. It seemed like we could see the light at the end of the tunnel...and it ended up being the headlight of a train. I don't even know where to begin, really. I keep thinking that if I feel like this, I can't even begin to image how our entire system of healthcare workers feels. I think I can take a guess though. They probably feel: Tired. Disrespected. Ignored. Like their time and efforts aren't valued. Last week, I felt so heavy and so grieved. This week, though, the rage is simmering just below the surface. (This is the feeling rotation I've been on for the past month.) I want to talk about the vaccine. Two shots and a booster. To protect myself and others - ba