I’ve been thinking a lot about how to even have this conversation. This is a heavy one.
(TW: gun violence)
*Knock Knock*
So, the writer takes a determined step forward.
How to begin again, indeed.
With one step and one word after another.
Joy
I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart because joy to the world, the Savior reigns, and joyful, joyful we adore Thee.
We Call It “Rustic”
So yesterday I pulled out the recipe on the stained yellow card. I consider myself a baker. So I was confident going into this project. This pie crust only has four ingredients after all. Easy.
A Year Ago…
It feels simultaneously impossible that it’s been that long and so much longer.
Foxes in the Vineyard
I’ve been going to church my whole life. I grew up in the church; my parents grew up in the church. There’s a lineage of grace there. I’ve been blessed to be raised this way and I look forward to raising my own kids this way. (Whenever that is.)
I don’t feel old, you feel old
27 didn’t faze me at all. Not really. The day was pretty relaxed and that was just what I wanted and needed. 27 was like stepping into a room, taking a look around, and feeling at home.
Creating as Worship
A lot of my creative energies are spent in long projects—writing fiction, quilting, you get the idea. But baking…with baking I get to see a tangible good within just a few hours. It’s great.
Still Don’t Like Ladders
I don’t like ladders.
Never have.
I don’t really like step stools either.
Holy Discontent
It was a glimpse at what could be.
On Writing
Today I almost forgot that I needed to write a blog post. For once it wasn’t because I wanted to make an excuse to not write (which happens more often than I care to admit). No, today I almost forgot because I was already in the writing sphere, just operating in a different hemisphere.
Wooed
This week was a tough one.
When You Think You Know Things…
Monday being a snow day gave me a chance to work on my Certification that I meant to start back in August.
Steadfast
“Steadfast” is my word for this year. I had decided this in December of last year. It was a word that kept coming up, and I felt a tug towards it. In the past I’ve had words like “faithfulness” and “stewardship,” and they’ve carried unexpected weight and brought grounding clarity. But this year I chose a word that almost feels suffocating to me. It already carries a lot of weight, and I hadn’t even begun to unpack it and see what it will mean for me this year.
Goal Setting
I’m sharing this with you in the name of being open and honest and authentic. Because I am certain that I am not the only one who does this—tack on little loopholes to goals so that when we don’t attain them it’s okay. Right? Tell me I’m not alone in this.
8 Things for 2018
I’m excited to see what growth waits in 2018, and here is a list of 8 things for the new year!
Me, too
This week, a status movement happened on Facebook that I didn’t know would shake me to my core. It was unexpected. And the first status I read started with, “Me, too” and then launched into a description of the incredible amount of healing done since an assault. All of that healing, and still there are nightmares and fears.
Stewardship
I’ve tried to write this post a couple times—and each time I table it and opt for something easier. Something less soul bearing and vulnerable. Something that is more formed in my mind and concrete. But. I want to talk about my word for this year and what it means to me--if for no other reason than to give myself some clarity. It doesn’t sound like that hard of a subject. Maybe this time, this draft will be easier.
A Toast to J&H
Last weekend, my little brother got married! I had the privilege of being the maid of honor, so I gave a toast to the newly married couple! When they first got engaged I spent a lot of time thinking about what I would say, but as the months ticked by I thought about it less. So the nightbefore the wedding, I sat down at the keyboard and smashed out the following speech.
Pressing On
I am stepping up and stepping out boldly. I am pressing on.