The Storm Inside Me



Hi friends. This week, I’m feeling led to dive into some poetry.

A Storm is brewing,
and it’s me.

The tendrils of my heart,
beg me to see.

My time is not up,
in this malevolent world.

I’ve much to wander,
my passion will not be furled.

Each day is a book,
words to be had.


mental health


Thinking gets in the way. Did I want to think about being up way past my bedtime this morning as I was sleepily pulling on my running shoes? Yes. Sure did – but, I asked God to shut out those thoughts and I just… did.

Sometimes, we get in our own way of making our biggest triumphs happen. Don’t let that happen to you. You decide what thoughts get to live in that head of yours. This morning, I chose to think about that blissful after-workout soreness that reminds you that you just did something really good for your body and state of mind. I chose to say “Well done. Keep it up.” You can too!

When I want to give up, I go here:

1 Peter 5:7 Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.

A New Twist On An Old Tradition



Another project in the books. I can’t believe I finished my first quilt! It is not perfect by any means… but, that’s what makes it special.

This quilt was a new take on the ‘guest book’. Yes, I found it on Pinterest, and yes it actually turned out! We had our guests sign squares that were precut. We placed assorted colors out on the table with a sign explaining what to do. If you’d like more information, please shoot me a comment!

The Storm After The Calm



With 2015 upon me, one resolution I’ve decided upon (no, it’s not a weight loss resolution!) is to consistently write for my blog. With that, I was blessed with my first topic for the new year – Seasons.

I’ve been going through one of the longest most grueling seasons of my life. It all started with a decision, made mutually with God, to move towards change, healing, and forgiving. This season of mine has felt like a long, winding, dense wilderness full of images of past regrets, hurt, loneliness, anger, and frustration. Don’t get me wrong – God shows me glimpses of the meadow beyond the wilderness – so my hope lives on.