Homes are very much like people and take on a life of their own. As spring breaks through from the hardened earth of winter, our dwellings can shake off the gloom and echo the vibrant season on the other side of the windowpanes. April is a feast for the senses. Here are some simple ways to engage each within the four walls of your home.Read More »
A friend recently pointed out that the population of Connecticut moves to rhythms rather than to routine. As a native Okie gal, I found this observation intriguing; my soul took a deep breath and smiled. Of course! Of course Connecticutians (or Connecticutters, or whatever they may be) adhere more to rhythm than routine. And of course this would be another reason God meets me in New England in the places I’d least expect.
So my soul sways to rhythms, taking a cue from the weather (which, today, is deliciously foggy but warmer than it’s been in months). There are three possible responses to this fact: I can struggle against it, be dominated by it, or embrace it. There’s really no point in fighting rhythm, so the first one’s out. Being dominated by it doesn’t sound like much fun either. How, then, shall I make the most of this tail-end of winter?Read More »
“But you think perhaps you can smell caramel wafting through the evening breeze, beneath the crisp scent of the autumn leaves. A subtle sweetness at the edges of the cold.”
The windy shift from swimsuits to scarves is a happy one around here, and I don’t want to miss a single sensation. The music in my house has lilted away from turquoise and turned toward golden, the blankets from pastels to deep plum. Fall tastes like cloves, smells like wool, feels like being understood, sounds like a campfire, and looks like home. I’d love to offer a few practical bits of housekeeping (literal and otherwise) to ease the transition for us all. Let’s prepare our hearts for a gentle season of echoing the trees in the letting go of dead things.Read More »
There once was a foolish farmer who loved his wheat field so much that he refused to harvest it. Months after carefully planting, watering, tending, and praying, his wheat was golden, ready to bring into the barns and be put to good use. The farmer walked his field, discussing the upcoming harvest. “After I gather you, I must thresh you.” The field gasped. “Does threshing hurt?” After a moment of hesitation, the farmer answered, “To loosen the grain involves beating and crushing and stomping on your stalks. I admit it doesn’t sound pleasant.” The field cried out sharply, wind rippling terror through the waving stems. It begged the farmer to relent, clutching at the ragged edges of his humanity. “Please no! That sounds unbearable!” Sobs and whimpers turned to stillness. “But the threshing is necessary,” the farmer replied. “If I can’t harvest you, you’ll be no good—just a lovely but wasted field. This process of harvesting is what you were created for. The pain will give way to joy, I promise.” The wheat implored him desperately until he finally decided that a lovely but wasted field was not the end of the world.
Three months later, the field froze to death under four feet of snow.Read More »
The days are getting warmer, and the budding trees hint that winter has finally faded. What a perfect chance to bond with some girlfriends over a springtime adventure! All you need is a camera and a happy heart. Whether you choose to check off the items on this list or create your own, I hope you have great fun transitioning seasons.Read More »
Ah, Easter: that glorious day marked by egg hunting, honey ham, and zombies.
Yep. Zombies.Read More »
“Practice makes perfect!”
What kid hasn’t heard this sentiment?
Loathe as we may have been to sit down and go through the notes or moves or whatever yet again, those grownups had a point. What we consistently rehearse becomes second nature to us in time.Read More »
“See the beauty and the magic that surround you, no matter where you are.”
Welcome to the long duration of cold between Christmas trees and Easter eggs. It’s a stark season, winter, but there’s beauty here if you know where (and how) to look. Seeing seems easier with a camera in front of my face. If you’ve endured just about enough cabin fever, grab a coat, a friend, and a great filter. It’s time for an adventure.Read More »
“Death is the hardest thing about living so far away from our families,” Riley murmured as I fought back collapsing into tears again.
“No,” I replied through gritted teeth, “death is the hardest thing about living, period.”
Because it doesn’t matter if we are in the same room with a loved one or on the other side of the world from them. Death comes, and we are powerless over it.Read More »
Don’t you just adore Christmastime? The music, the smells, the treats, the traditions—it all swirls into one superbly jubilant festival of light in the middle of the dark. I’ve had a year now to treasure hunt the most delicious gifts for your holiday season. Wishing you a glorious riot of Christ this month as you seek Him out and are found by Him!Read More »