Summer’s End and Filled Buckets

They say the last day of summer isn’t until mid-September, but on this rainy gray morning when the heater needs to be turned on and the kids are filling the classrooms for another school year I believe it has already arrived. Sometimes the beginning of a new season happens slowly; two will coexist with one another…

A Year of Living With Less (and 7 Things I love about Minimalism)

Last year around this time I was swimming in large piles of ill-fitting clothes, unused kitchen ware, not-quite-my-style furnishings, and a house one-thousand-square-feet too big. As a brand-new studio apartment at a perfect location for an ideal price became an option for us we began the large process of downsizing. We thew out 3/4ths of our…

Devotions That Last All Day

If there’s one part of the Christian life that comes easy to me it is doing my devotions. Even as I type it out I can see the Christian-ese dripping from that phrase – doing devotions. As if highlighting Bible verses, jotting down prayer requests, and reading through the latest Christian best-seller for thirty minutes each morning…

Choosing to Stay

Seven. That’s the number of consecutive summers I spent moving. Some were minor moves, across town to college dorms. Some were more significant – across state borders and into new communities. Sometimes even multiple moves in one summer. Hunting down cardboard boxes, cleaning out refrigerators, living out of a suitcase. These were the things making up the…

What I Learned This Summer

It’s not quite the end of summer. But the transition from July to August is a quiet reminder that we will quickly be moving from summer to fall. Before we do let’s raise our glass to Summer 2016 and what it taught us. 1. Cheap notebooks make the best journals I was distressed when I…

26 Things I Like About Myself

Despite all the talk about freedom and self-acceptance and confidence going on these days, there is a stigma attached to talking highly of yourself. We set goals to better ourselves, we read self-help books, and we devote a portion of each day to self-care. And yet it feels incredibly awkward to publicly state anything positive regarding ourselves….

On Aging

I’m a year older today. And it is making me closer to thirty than I am to twenty. I know, I know. I’m only a baby. All you who’ve lived even a few more years than I will remind me of that. Still, I’m older than I was yesterday. Older than I was the day…

Why Self-Care is Hard for Me

I love the idea of self care. Any time the subject comes up, bubble baths, pedicures, and early bedtimes are inevitably mentioned.  Who wouldn’t want to jump on board? But in reality, I struggle with self- care. Very much. The whole idea seems…selfish. And selfishness is definitely not in the character qualities of a ‘good Christian.’…

Slowing Down Summer

I have encountered an odd dichotomy pulling at my heart this summer. On one side, there is the inevitable end of summer looming over all my waking hours, reminding me these warm summer days aren’t going to last forever Before I know it we’ll be back in the frenzied throws of another school year. On…

My Summer in Objects

Imagine burying a time capsule – a container of all the things that would capture you, exactly as you are. What would you put in it if you were to tell the story of yourself to future generations? What objects would define you with sharpest clarity? I don’t have a plot of ground to do…

Hope For a Happy Ending

I love good stories. Real life stories, imaginary stories, memoirs, children’s fiction, movies, TV shows, a conversation with a friend. Any narrative that relates a person’s journey through obstacles and triumphs, sorrows and joys, until they reach the end, the fulfillment of their destiny. Maybe it doesn’t turn out as suspected, maybe it is exactly…

Loving the Summer I Have

I’ve been living in this town for two summers. We have much in this sweet mountain town – great views, white water rapids, the cutest ice cream shop, good weather. But we’re missing a swimming pool. And not many days pass that I don’t reminiscence about those glorious summers that were filled with trips to…