It feels simultaneously impossible that it’s been that long and so much longer.
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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.
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.
The Death of Princess Leia
I’m late to this party—for a couple of reasons.
Prayers for Healing
I’m having a hard time putting into written words what exactly I want to say. I thank God that He knows the meditations of my heart, even when words fail me.
Onward and Upward
How cool is it that I get to write Reflection Sunday on the first day of a brand new year? It’s pretty cool. And honestly a lot of pressure to say something profound and thought-provoking.
Noel
We can all agree that this time of year is busy. There’s a lot of stuff to get done between the shopping, baking, parties, concerts, church activities, and the list could go on. I’ve had a lot of extra things this year as well—please do not read this as complaining, I’m not complaining, I love this time of year.
Grateful Heart
It’s been a big year. I have a lot to be thankful for. My thoughts feel a bit scattered—my gratitude covers so many areas of my life that it’s overwhelming. So, to organize my thoughts, here is a list of some of the things I’m thankful for, in no particular order.
Playing Games
Since college, my brother has really started to explore the possibilities of board games. He’s taught us how to play Settlers of Catan, Smallworld, Dominion, and so many more. I love these new games, they’re a lot of fun to play and stretch my thinking in very different ways from the old standards.
Not a Political Blog
All week, I thought I would do my first political blog post. Honestly. I thought, “I need to get my opinion out there. They need to know what I think about the current state of our nation.” I dreaded this election. I dreaded the outcome, no matter what would happen. But this isn’t a political blog. It never has been. It never* will be. (*Putting an asterisk here because I shouldn’t say “never.” Things could change. I don’t know the future.) It’s not a political blog because I think when we sink our teeth into politics for the sake of politics we miss the point. (There is a place for politics, don’t get me wrong, but this isn’t the place for it.)
Lesson in Overcoming Insecurity
My cousin’s little boy asked me if I was going to have a baby. There’s no way to beat around that bush. I figured it would happen eventually. I’m overweight. But I don’t think I carry that weight like I am pregnant. But it didn’t hit me like I always thought it would. I imagined that it would leave me devastated and hating my body.
See ya, Latter!
This was a big week for our family. A lot of important things happened, but I want to focus on one thing in particular. (I feel like this year has been full of monumental moments, but I guess that’s what growing up feels like.)
Courage and Coffee
Last night I sat across from my mom—both of our noses running from summer colds and hands wrapped around hot mugs of tiramisu lattes. We were waiting for a friend to join us as we recapped the week. It’s been a busy and fun week with family visiting from out of town, and we haven’t had much time to sit and talk. And honestly, how often do we sit across from each other and dig into life? Not often enough.
Sometimes it’s Not About the Degree
Honestly, I wanted to get this post up last Sunday, but didn’t have the time or energy to get it done before bedtime—you read that right. Bedtime. I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to share, or how I wanted to share it. We had a day full of activity and didn’t get home until later in the evening.