Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote a poem many years ago that speaks to what God is doing in my life right now - this is just a part of it. "Earth's crammed with heaven,And every common bush afire with God,But only he who sees takes off his shoes;The rest sit round and pluck blackberries.” -EBB There… Continue reading burning bush
The reality of rejection, comparison and telling fear to leave - it's a rainy day outside, the leaves are falling and I'm grabbing another cup of coffee and digging deep into these topics today on the blog. Welcome, dear reader. Welcome to my little space in the corner of the internet, where we dive deep… Continue reading Kicking Fear out of his room.
I'll wait while you grab a coffee and get comfy, we are chatting about all things Narnia, slathering grace like sunscreen and why I am asking Jesus to dig his fingernails into me on Joy Soaked Words today. I've been thinking a lot about what I am currently walking through with Jesus, and aspects of… Continue reading grace like sunscreen
Breadcrumbs - these blog posts and instagram posts, are breadcrumbs of my journey to where I am now. I often catch myself scrolling through old posts, needing to become aware of how far I have come, when I have forgotten. There have been some really hard days, and some really good days too. Sometimes, it… Continue reading what’s on your shelf?
Before you begin to read this blog, I invite you to grab a coffee and take a moment to spend some time in these words. It might seem like a jumble all of these different thoughts that are currently going on in my head, but I think you might find that the Lord is speaking… Continue reading the individualist
Opening this blog after such a long time feels like cracking open an old book, blowing off the dust and inhaling that musty scent that old books carry. I'm back in school, my first years moved in and school starts again on tuesday. I also can't believe that camp is done - that I am… Continue reading multiplied hotdogs
Words falling onto this page, early mornings and bleary eyes. In school, I study words. At home, I write words. Words have become who I am, they flow through my veins like blood cells on the way to my fingertips. A writer, an artist, a creative brain. Some words taste bitter off the tongue, delete.… Continue reading she’s a writer.
So far I have cooked 3 meals for over 100 people, without running out of food or burning anything. My feet are aching, but this heart is oh so full. I was chatting with somebody yesterday about how this season is exactly where God has me for right now, and it is so obvious. Through… Continue reading show up.
My mom is the most hospitable person I know, she opens her home to anybody who needs a hot meal, or a warm bed to sleep in for a night. I don't think there was ever a time that she has turned someone away, because in opening her home, she is loving whoever walks through… Continue reading our kitchen table
I tend to forget that I have this little corner of the internet to write in, dusting off the URL after a bit of a hiatus. I've been in such a sweet season of life of rest, preparing for camp and all the craziness that comes with the role of head cook. I'm writing this… Continue reading forks and swords.