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We dated for nearly a year. We picked out rings. He bought a house. We had chemistry. He was kind and generous. He played loud music and watched documentaries and talked a lot about fishing. We had fun. And we were both in a place in our lives where we were ready and able to say "yes."
And then, early in December 2016, I ended it.Read More
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Happy long weekend!
I've been working on a few projects. I'll share this one with you:
This is the before picture of my bedroom:
I needed to move things around to get more work done and get Olivers crate out from under my desk. I also needed a bullitin board of some sort for all the little things I keep around me for inspiration...
Then, I had an inspired idea:
I have this cupboard that's up high and out of sight - when I moved in I stuffed all sorts of cheap old canvases in there. I took them down and tested on the ugliest one. I ripped the canvas away from the frame... What was left was a great little wood frame:
I found a pinterest pin that said to give wood an "aged look" you soak steal wool in a cup of apple cider vinegar (I use that stuff for almost everything now) over night and sand the wood with it. I let the wood dry outside on the porch. As it dried - it turned a sort of grey color. Then I attached cotton twill tape and antique lace (that I had on hand) with my trusty staple gun.
Then I moved around the furniture:
Now I face the center of the room when I work.
And Oliver has a better crate area, too. The great thing was I got a huge amount of change and organization without spending any money.
Last year, my word was of the year was: Enjoy. It was a great year. Full of travel and accomplishing big things. It was also filled with uncertainty and risk and blind flying leaps that left me breathless. I'm thankful for every minute of it. But what should my word for 2013 be?
Really it should be theme of the year... There is no single word... I can only get it down to a phrase.
In 2013, I will be saying: Yes to the Good Things!
Yes to trying new things. Yes to speaking (writing) the truth. Yes to finding new ways to love people and bring people together. Yes to taking the time to celebrate all the good and beauty that is happening.
I hope that you'll join me!
Apparently the world has not ended yet. At least not for places like New Zealand.
If you haven't read it yet, I hope that you do. If you have read it, I hope that you aren't sick of these shameless plugs.
I've been thinking all day about what I would say about love and the advent season...
Last night, at church, and every year about this time, I am reminded that the Isrealites were actually looking for a leader, they anticipated a war, they wanted the current government overthrown - to be released from oppression.
They followed a star.
What they got was a baby.
Whatever else love is, it's always so surprising.
Tonight I am grateful for the reminder.
It's the 2nd Sunday of Advent. This marks the week that we proclaim our Love. It also happens to be my parents 39th wedding anniversary. I can think of no better example of love in action than these two:
Their love spills al over everything in such a beautiful way. Congratulations!
I was driving home today listening to Christmas music and I realized something... there are certain songs I collect. I think I have 12 different versions of Emmanuel. Maybe 8 versions of Oh Little Town of Bethlehem... And I've always loved the hymn, Come Thou Fount... I have a lot of that one too.
I've been trying not to listen to the same thing too much. I'm afraid of associating one song with "The Christmas that Dad had cancer" but the words to Emmanuel struck me this afternoon:
Oh Come, Oh Come Emmanuel/ And ransom captive Isreal/ That mourns in lonely exile here/ Until the Son of God appears/ Rejoice, rejoice Emmanuel/ Shall come to thee oh Isreal/ Oh come, Thou Dayspring, come and cheer/ Our spirits by Thine advent here;/Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,/ And death's dark shadows put to flight./ Rejoice, rejoice Emmanuel/ Shall come to thee, Oh Israel./ Oh come, Desire of nations, bind/ In one the hearts of all mankind;/ Bid Thou our sad divisions cease,/ And be Thyself our King of peace.
How comforting and hopeful!