Last night, I had a lengthy and serious seriously hilarious conversation via text message about ducks. Yep, that's right. Ducks. One duck in particular. This weekend, I house-sat for my parents who live in the country. That means that house-sitting involves caring for their 2 geriatric dogs, 19 chickens + 1 rooster, 2 horses and 20 ducks. I recruited some friends for backup, and we enjoyed a relaxing weekend in the country between our morning and evening chores.
I. LOVE. ICE. CREAM. I don’t really need any other dessert. I don’t mind them, but they're basically irrelevant to me. I prefer my sugar and cream in the frozen form. Thank you. And by ice cream, I mean Blue Bell. Obviously.
“Do you think you can run again?” she asked me. Our feet sloshed in soaked shoes, and we had just scaled a short wall. When I had started to walk, she had slowed, wordlessly, to match my pace. We were doing a 5k called the “Wipeout Run.” It was hilarious. It was messy. It was exhausting. And it was so fun!
My friend Angela sent me her post over a month ago, and I read it then, but I read it with fresh eyes this morning, and I'm so grateful for her words and her gentle reminder to draw near to the Lord. I pray her story and her encouragement will encourage you as well.
I was babysitting yesterday, and after swim and before snack, I had an hour of downtime all you moms are familiar with--naps. It was very quiet and I didn't have a book, so I decided to be "productive" by cleaning out the notes section of my iPhone... They dated all the way back to December 2013 and range from serious to...well...not! I use it kind of like my very own social media platform where I'm the only audience. I guess it's my antisocial media platform.
This is Katie. She bakes the best cakes. She celebrates well and is full of joy. What you hear her say in what she writes below is the perfect picture of her heart. She's real. And honest. God holds her squarely in the palm of His hand, and she knows it. And she lets Him. And she reminds people that it's also true for them. For us.
This is Katie. She bakes the best cakes. She celebrates well and is full of joy. What you hear her say in what she writes below is the perfect picture of her heart. She's real. And honest. God holds her squarely in the palm of His hand, and she knows it. And she lets Him. And she reminds people that it's also true for them. For us.
My mom will tell anyone who asks that the best parenting advice is to know your child and to parent accordingly. And that is what she did. And that is what she still does. At some point (I think it was when I was about 18 months old), she became one of my very best friends.
My mom will tell anyone who asks that the best parenting advice is to know your child and to parent accordingly. And that is what she did. And that is what she still does. At some point (I think it was when I was about 18 months old), she became one of my very best friends.
I don't make my bed on Tuesdays. So when I get out of bed on Tuesday mornings, that is all I do--get out of it. Because I don't make my bed on Tuesdays. And I also don't feel guilty about it.
Meet Corlischa. She is one of those people who is always all-in. With the Lord. With her husband. With her friends. With whatever is going on at the moment. She is fully committed but not in a way that makes it seem like a duty. Her commitment looks more like faithfulness. She is full of joy and excitement that are contagious.
Meet Corlischa. She is one of those people who is always all-in. With the Lord. With her husband. With her friends. With whatever is going on at the moment. She is fully committed but not in a way that makes it seem like a duty. Her commitment looks more like faithfulness. She is full of joy and excitement that are contagious.
Today is my 29th birthday. If you consider a birthday a finish line, I have successfully(-ish?) completely 29 years of life. If you consider it a starting line, it's the beginning of my 30th year.
Endurance.I had to have written that word over a year ago. It was in answer to a question about what I sensed God was teaching me, how I sensed He was growing me.
Crista looks at the world--at people, at nature, at culture--and she sees God. She sees Him where most would have missed Him. She sees Him where most would not have thought to look. And then she points to Him. She nudges us all a little closer to Him as she does.
I feel like we need to have a brief conversation about singleness. I don't love conversations about singleness. But we need to talk about it because somewhere in the undertones of the conversations about singleness and marriage, I’m hearing something that is making me a little squirmy. I’m hearing this: God will be faithful.
I feel like we need to have a brief conversation about singleness. I don't love conversations about singleness. But we need to talk about it because somewhere in the undertones of the conversations about singleness and marriage, I’m hearing something that is making me a little squirmy. I’m hearing this: God will be faithful.
