Some days later, I sat in the balmy air of another Florida morning – on the back porch that is another of my sacred places – and I wondered: Why does stillness feel like failing to me? Can pressing on look more like waiting in the stillness and just breathing? Does my value come from
Category: Self Reflection
I Feel Small
We pulled up to the beautiful home, chatty and enjoying ourselves – my friend and I. As we walked to the door, I noticed how pristine it all was without being stuffy. There were little signs of life all over, and I appreciated that. We knocked. She opened. And I became instantly and painfully aware
What I’m Loving Right Now
There’s a post brewing that I’m just not ready to write yet. For now, though, I’ve been allowing myself to enjoy some other things. How about a What I’m Loving Right Now post? Here goes: Erin Condren Life Planner I have been on the hunt for a handheld, paper planner that will work for me
When mercy looks different
Lamentations 3:23 – Image Source I sat on the couch yesterday evening while, unbeknownst to me, the carrots and broccoli burned. It was a flop of a day, and I felt like a flop of a mama. At one point, the girls played outside while I folded laundry – and watched Call the Midwife. I
Eyes that See: Stay
Yesterday, I wanted to run. Well really, I wanted to stay in bed under the covers all.day.long. All of my projects were completed. The house is as beautified as it will be for a potential buyer. I had just finished telling someone the night before how surprisingly not stressed I have been in this whole
Bloggy updates and the same outfit all.week.long!
Y’all. Can you believe the pretty that came with this new bloggy look? Isn’t it so calming and lovely? I hope you think so, because this is my little Internet home from here on out. Our family site still exists, and I’ll obviously still be writing there, too. But this space is mine, all mine,
For when the not good enoughs won’t stop staring at you…
I’ve been feeling a little beat up – a little haggard, if you will. Third trimester alone can do that to a person. Throw in a full and busy [and fulfilling] schedule, some big[ish] things resting upon the heads of our family, and the general day to day of taking care of itty bitties, and
Easter Reflections
I spent the weekend reflecting on who I might have been if Jesus hadn’t rescued me. Well, that and sewing and eating crawfish and visiting with friends. But in the middle of it all, there was the reflecting on my own depravity. I find that this is a good exercise for myself now and again –
I am afraid.
I hear my alarm. I wait. I don’t want to leave the soft space of escape but hot coffee and the possibility of seeing something more than my own frustrations today grab my feet and swing them to the floor. I pad quietly past the girls’ bedrooms and absentmindedly stir in cream and sugar as
Discontent or Restless?
My whole life I have struggled against discontentment. It’s always this season, this job, this ailment, this moment that is the problem. If only “this” would change, then I would experience a sense of fulfillment and purpose. “This” trickles down into every area of my life making me bitter, frustrated, and an overall negative person.