The difference a year makes. The difference, two, three… eight. Eight years make a lot of difference when you’re looking back. Today I celebrate the first day of Spring with a type of fondness that surpasses other seasonal beginnings. It is also four days to my 26thbirthday. I've always loved the timing of this day in my life.
“Bloom where you are planted” A phrase that can be found on inspirational desk decor at Tj Maxx, on canvases, mugs, and basically anything else, well, ever. But has anyone ever taken the time to think about what that phrase means....
While anyone who has met my grandmother can’t deny that we are blood related and similar in almost every way, I also have a lot of similarities with my grandpa even though we aren’t blood related. I like to believe that they come from the bloodline that we share through Christ. The cover photo for… Continue reading Double Black Diamond Faith
New year, new me. Every heard of that phrase? I’m sure you have. Each year when the clock strikes midnight on NYE, the internet is flooded with tweets and selfies with this quote. But, do they mean it? Does anyone ever feel that way? I don’t, that’s for sure. The closest I get to feeling… Continue reading New Year, New Me
Have you ever heard the phrase “you can’t have too much of a good thing”? Well I have. Over. And over. And over. And over. And I used to believe it. In fact, I used to use that statement as my excuse to bombard myself with busyness. Every time I felt myself slipping a little,… Continue reading Too much of a good thing.
Perfect outfit. Perfect Pictures. Perfect home. Perfect life. Right? Well. Sometimes, right. As I'm writing this, I'm sitting in my living room surrounded by pillows on the floor, shoes scattered all over my entryway, dirty dishes waiting to be cleaned, dirty laundry piled up upstairs, and the remains of two graduate papers waiting on me.… Continue reading I’m Perfecting Busyness
“We’ll never know the deep, deep love of God” Those were some of the words that I sang at church this morning before heading back to Kentucky. Those were some of the words that I hummed to between sips of black cherry soda. Those were some of the words that I had 5.5 hours through… Continue reading Five Years Deep
Mary and Martha? I’m speaking from the story from Luke 10 which reads: "As Jesus and the disciples continued on their way to Jerusalem, they came to a certain village where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. Her sister, Mary, sat at the Lord’s feet, listening to what he taught. But Martha… Continue reading The Space Between Mary and Martha.
A slice of humble - brownie? Yes brownie. Not pie. Humble. This is such a tricky word sometimes. I try to be humble. But sometimes the line of what being humble becomes blurred with putting yourself down, or being too prideful. That’s right, I said it - too prideful. But how can this be? Aren’t… Continue reading A slice of humble …
Perception is such a fickle thing. It is so subjective. So temporary. So inconsistent. So stressful. So biased. And it can be so cruel. Right? Sort of. It depends on what you base your perception on. It depends on who you base your perception on. When I am making a personal comparison based on myself,… Continue reading Scattered & Shattered (Perceptions)
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