So I began a project that I thought would be fun and amazing and it turned out to be quite different then I envisioned it to be. I cut the leaves off the magnolia trees, two bags full, and was excited to make a magnolia leaf garland for our mantle. I began cleaning the leaves,
I wanted a white vase, so I spray painted white over my shiny Goodwill find. I must not have prepped well enough as the white paint began to chip off around the edges after a while. The chipping didn’t look much like shabby chic or farmhouse decor or anything nice, so the vase was relegated
Out of sorts, or a beautifully imperfect life? My home is a work in progress as I am. I enjoy re-doing things, so it is awesome that we moved into an older home with a lot to re-do. Or that is what one would think, right? The problem is that I do not like things
I cut Magnolia leaves off of the branches of three magnolia trees across the street from our home and piled them in a grocery shopping bag. I hurried back across the street hoping the neighbors did not notice or if they did notice, that they did not care. So funny, doing this at the age
God is in the details and he often will turn the worst kinds of details into the BEST, if you give him the chance to work it out.
What you know and what you are convinced of can and should be two different things!
There is always a version of your dream that you can practice and pursue now.
Shifting with purpose during your “stuck” down time can provide space in your life to learn and practice what you are passionate about creating.
Purchasing hanging planters to put flowers in can be risky at my house. I confess, I often kill living green things. See I have this love-hate relationship with living greens. I love the way they look, but I often can’t remember whether I’ve watered them or not, or if they have had enough sun or
Have you ever looked up and it was just there? An amazing sunset, spread across the horizon – it takes your breath away. You didn’t earn it or strive for it, it was just there, and you were privileged to look up and see Heaven’s painting. We’re caught off guard by sickness, by hurtful words
The second day of 2017 is here. There is a bubbling up inside of me, like when you know a surprise is coming, but you don’t exactly know what it is or what it’s going to look like. For each one of us the future will look different, “yet the Lord longs to be gracious
She sat a small orange on my desk with the words, “Here’s a happy for you”, and kept on walking. I stopped working and sat for a moment as I breathed in those words, “Here’s a happy for you”. Did my sweet friend know how much my heart longed for happy? I peeled the orange
I shut my eyes just as my son pulled the car out into oncoming traffic. He took off and there was nothing I could do, short of screaming, which would have been disastrous. So . . . I shut my eyes, clinched the door handle, and prayed. Funny how I think that if I close
Pretzels with sherbet ice cream are the perfect blend of salty and sweet, crunchy and smooth, until you bite down breaking off a temporary cap on a tooth that previously broke. Maybe crunching on chips and salsa earlier in the day did not help to keep my cap in tack. It broke, I break, you
A sad face, toilet paper emoji awaited me. A facial expression made out of toilet paper, placed on a roll of toilet paper, so I could not miss it. My daughter left me this creative gift, with a clear message, in a place she knew I would go. The next day I found another gift.
We had the most successful summer ever and then the fourth quarter hit like a ton of bricks smashing. We broke hard; three and a half years of hard work down to an instant, flat nothing. What do you say when you have to lay off employees? What happens when faith breaks and risk is
Each month more and more homes foreclosed all around us and we lowered the asking price of our house to no avail. Thirteen long, stretched-out, warren-out months passed. The economy crash had sucked the life out of our business and my husband had taken a job out of state. The kids and I stayed behind
Those who know me, know that I love baking. Recently I tried a new recipe and it flopped, literally. As I’m reaching out in new faith, for this next season in life, I find my faith a little shaky. Kind of like the three layer cake I made that started sliding off it’s foundation. There
With each move over the past seven years we have sorted, cleaned out, and packed up in preparation for another life change. Each location represents a move, a transition, an adventure, a new season, and an inner longing to be home again. The deep wrestle within, over “what’s next”, intensified in my heart as time edged forward
Stepping on a squishy, gritty surface with bare feet, it took a minute to register the sensation. The stamped concrete floor in the hallway was hard and cold, where I placed my bare foot was strangely cushioned. Looking down I saw that I had stepped on a crack in the cement with sandy colored clay,
