Moving is hard. Moving after 30 years in a place is probably even harder. I don't know for as sure, as this is my first time making such a move, but it feels harder. And more emotional. Which might be the 30-year thing, or it might be the peri-menopause. Who can say? As a child, I moved a lot. I think one time I counted 12 places that my family had lived in 12 years. Looking back, I realized ... View Post
The Sacred Practice of Being Oneself – Owning My Style
I will offer You my grateful heart, for I am Your unique creation, filled with wonder and awe. You have approached even the smallest details with excellence; Your works are wonderful; I carry this knowledge deep within my soul. Psalm 139:14 The Voice (VOICE) I have never doubted that I was loved. By God, by my parents, by my husband, my children, my friends. But I have always doubted ... View Post
Valentines 2016
I think maybe getting pictures of your Valentines's Day decorations up on the last day of February, is almost like taking down your Christmas tree in order to put Valentine's Day decoration's up. Or something like that. I am knee-deep in finishing the final chapters for Book 2 (will hopefully have a title in the next month or two!) but while working on ... View Post
He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,
This Advent season has been both wonderful and brutal. The state of the world and my Facebook feed bring so much fear and hurt to my heart, but I also see so much good happening around me. So many people doing all they can to love on anyone and everyone at every turn. My first little sister and her sweet little family moved across the country, but my second little sister and her husband are ... View Post
Some Homespun Happy
Embroidery hoop display behind the television (inspired by Alicia Paulson's display in her stairwell years ago. ) Annual Autumn Gilmore Girls viewing. Wildflowers in the chicken feeder and open windows (such a luxury after 11 years of painted shut windows.) Pumpkin art on the chalkboard. Miles' new venture: Preservation Chestnuts. PomPom flowers in a mason jar and fluffy pink pumpkins. Our ... View Post
At the Table
There is nothing I love more than a full table. Coffee tables, card tables, picnic tables, dinner table, altar tables. Nothing fills my heart with gladness like a table bursting at the seams. My Nana was the same way in her heyday. She loved a full table, and our coffee table, that too-large round table above, that was hers. Older than me, and having traveled from Texas to Arkansas when Nana ... View Post
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