A little over a year later we’re still diligently working away on our album. Man did we think we’d be done by now. However the Lord has been teaching us over and over about his faithfulness and his perfect timing. Teaching us to lean in and trust in his ways, giving us faith to persevere.
Its been a little like that project that you think is just gonna last a morning but it takes 5 more trips to the hardware store than you think and it took relearning or reteaching yourself something you thought you knew which inevitably caused you to re-do some things that you thought would work.
Have you ever been there?
Thinking it was almost done…working hard…waiting…re-doing…re-tweaking. Over and over?
Man is that an exhausting place to be.
Life has been humming along. Some of it quickly, some of it slowly. All of it BUSY. It’s been a while since we’ve blogged or updated so we wanted to give you an update on all things Musical and Murphy-ish. Consider this the Christmas letter that we never sent you, may it bring you joy, love and stress as you experience our life like we do. If it takes you two weeks to finish reading, that’s okay we’re apparently not in a hurry.
2017 started off with a lot of traveling. Good thing God provided a way for us to upgrade to a minivan! We got to lead worship at two conferences early on this year. One with kids in tow for MCO (Medical Campus Outreach) in Savannah. Another conference was sans children (thank goodness), to a little conference held mostly for pastors and youth staff called Crieff held in Flat Rock, NC. We also led worship for the missions conference at First Pres. here in Augusta, which included lots of fun new sounds. Allie got a chance to tour the Canadian side of Niagara Falls on a girls weekend, and then we all turned around on spring break for a family vacation and visited Lake Lure, NC with some close friends. As fun as that all was, we are home bound now through the summer which is helpful and much more restful.
Mike has continued to pursue and be diligent to his seminary classes as he takes Hebrew 2 and Systematic Theology 2 at the same time this semester. YIKES. He has also continued to bring his best to his job, developing new sounds and songs for Sunday evening and morning services. He has continued to develop our budding little gospel choir, adapt organ and guitar arrangements to spice up a few more modern songs into our Sunday morning services, and continues to bring out exciting new stuff like the hammered dulcimer on Easter Sunday. He also has met weekly with our recording engineer to produce our album during the mixing process. Mike Murphy just does not stop. Seriously. There is literally not enough of him to go around (if someone could figure out how to clone him please that would be awesome…k?).
First steps, first lost/knocked out tooth, first album conducting, first top pony tail, first olympic inspired summersaults, and a 30th birthday. Wow has it been a big summer of Murphy firsts. We have been busy, and man has it been hard. Most days we’re just barely coming up for air.
Even as I type this Mike is sick puking in the bedroom, YUCK. We had to cancel our recording session tonight which is a bit demoralizing. This week has been emotional and stressful. We’ve had schedule delays, setbacks and troubles finding babysitters with our ever changing recording schedule. Please PRAY that we would have peace & wellness in our house hold and eyes set above as we juggle it all.
Don’t worry we do have good news coming…
We have all had that moment. You try and try to open a jar. Some jar’s are just stubborn.
You twist with all your might. You soak the jar in hot water. You beat it against the counter (does that even work?). You use a rubber glove. Despite your best efforts, the Jar is stuck.
Maybe your in the middle of a recipe, and you’ve been humming along, and this moment of frustration just brings everything to a halt.
You sheepishly hand it over to the next person who walks into the kitchen, and…
It’s open. Isn’t it frustrating when you have worked SO hard, and someone else swoops in and gets the glorious moment?
“I opened it!” Your jar opener announces.
“Hmm…well I loosened it for you, I guess.”
She came in a whirl wind. Really. Much to the labor and delivery nurses’ dismay, I delivered her before the doctor could even get there.
But it wasn’t just her arrival into this world that came with fierceness. In many ways she was like the grumbling thunder in the storm. A strong force felt and heard, but not seen. The whole time I was pregnant with Molly it was like she wasn’t coming at all.
Mentally I could not grasp it.
We had only been in our new town for a year. A new city that I was just acclimating to. A new life that I am only now adjusting to. I am a SLOW processor.
Her middle name is Grace. Which is more about a lesson for myself than about her. I realized at the time that it was a word I most needed in my life. It was something I realized I had never learned to give to myself, and the thought of having a daughter before grasping the concept was a scary one.