Day 1 True. Genuine. Real. Honest. Sincere. Simple. Plain. Original. There is a growing and possibly trendy admiration for people who are “real” and “genuine.” I wonder, though, in a world that allows us to pick and choose what we share with our social media friends, if maybe we just want to appear real. That’s
Author: Emily P. Blackwell
Wife, mama, writer, reader, dreamer, creative.
A God Who Makes Room: Part 1
I went to the meeting. The announcement had stirred me – not many things stir me like that, you know? The way your heart leaps and your soul leans in because you know what they’re saying matters. So I asked my man if he’d like to go with me to the interest meeting. He was
I Wrestle: Part 2
Yesterday, over coffee and catch-up with one of my dearest friends, Michal Lynn, she recounted a conversation with our other friend Christin. It went like this: Michal Lynn: God keeps telling me to study the book of Hosea. Christin: Oh! That’s what I’m about to start in my chronological Bible! Michal Lynn: [Eye roll] Well, great! Christin:
I wrestle.
Do you ever get a thing in your head? And you can’t stop thinking about it, reaching for it, begging God to make it happen? It even feels like it is the thing that WILL happen, but you don’t know when? And you have learned not to really trust your feelings anyway because they are
Justice. Mercy. Humility. Love.
I am going to rant a little in this post. Sorry, but I’m over it. All of it. I am all for staying relevant and understanding our culture. Truly. But I am sick and dang tired of hearing shouts and outcries in the negative. “Miley is crazy,” “Stop the mommy wars,” “Obama is a tyrant,”
Make Space for Slow
I rise early, stir whipped cream into my coffee because we are out of half and half, and walk down to my messy office to meet Him. I am studying through the life of Jacob – because he is a man who wrestled HARD with God and became Israel – as in God’s chosen people.
Green Beans and Cold Spaghetti
We sit across the table over plates of green beans and cold spaghetti. Yes, it’s kind of weird but weekend food is just kind of weird around here. Marilee screams loudly and bangs on the French doors while she smudges her spitty cheeks all over the glass panes. She’s watching her sister play hard with
For When You Just Can’t
I was going through some Instagram pics yesterday and stumbled across this one. My heart stopped. I ached deep and hard, if only for a breath or two. This was taken after we found out Marilee had a heart condition. After we realized I, her mother, had friggin’ Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease. After she
That one time I decided not to compare my relationship with Jesus to Dirty Dancing
So, remember how I read 7? Last Sunday, I started the Bible Study with a very fun, very diverse group of women. The intro of the study already has me digging deeper, preparing to have my heart scrubbed until its raw in some places. I know this is coming because my mind can scarcely rest
The movement toward simplicity and generosity and a little review of 7
I read 7, and I knew it would begin. I knew because I’d been dodging it – gingerly stepping left and then right, hopping forward and then back, trying my hardest to avoid the awareness that I am living in a sort of materialistic, selfish gluttony in virtually every area of my life. I knew that