I am flat exhausted. My chalkboard has been filled, erased, and filled again thrice over. Thankfully, I did manage to process some of my early morning chalk scribbles, neatly storing and organizing them in black, unerasable ink. To this I say, “Phew!” [Insert dramatic wipe of the brow]. Here is a brief summary of my
Author: Emily P. Blackwell
Wife, mama, writer, reader, dreamer, creative.
Before the great eraser does his job…
Eager Emily pre-stiletto hike over to the conference to begin information overload. It’s 11 pm. I should be sleeping. My 6 am wake up call will jerk me out of my [hopefully] deep sleep and throw me into another full day of the most intense cramming experience of my life. I should close the laptop
Sometimes…
I find myself so word happy that my listening capabilities are almost non-existent. This means it’s time to take a step back, put the word puzzles away, and do some quiet listening. Now is that time. I am off to the She Speaks conference tomorrow and I’m using it as an opportunity to step away
Giveaway!
Okay, so remember how I told you about the brilliantly creative Emily at jonesdesigncompany.com who I discovered in the middle of one of Miss Magnificent’s all nighters? Well, she’s doing a giveaway. A rock your dern socks off give you some SERIOUSLY cute, free stuff giveaway. And I all kinds of want to win it.
Monday
Coffee sipped and this weeks plans discussed with Him. My one request today – that Miss Magnificent’s first birthday and all of it’s festivities wouldn’t pass me by while I frantically try to make everything perfect. Lunch prepared for myself and Miss Magnificent so we can jet out as soon as the morning nap is over.
Letters from Emily
Dear {City I Live In} Housing Market, You suck. Love,Emily Dear Midwest America, There is something I should tell you. Two years ago – heck, a few months ago – I would have said, “No I will NOT live in you! I am a SUH-THURN girl. The South will rise again [totally just kidding about
The Ever-Changing Us-Ness
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I was feeling overwhelmed. Like I was running in circles and accomplishing nothing. Then I read my sister’s lastest post and I am compelled. To take my sweet little girl swimming. Because the cleaning can wait.
Dear Overachieving Emily,
You do not have to be the best at everything you do. You only have to do the best you can do with what God gives you to do. There are better writers, mothers, wives, and followers of Jesus than you. That is true. But if the goal is not to be the best or even be among the best,
My Aching Heart
I am grieved and overwhelmed by the enormity of what needs to be done – within my own heart and in this world. I feel as though I am fighting a gigantic war against my selfishness and their poverty, against my complacency and their brokenness. It is, without a doubt, a war I cannot win.