In just a few days, I turn thirty-two. A pretty random number. Nothing significant or earth-shattering. Yet as I thought about these last thirty-two years of life, I started thinking of certain pictures that have captured poignant moments in my life. There are some moments in life that are distinct from others. Moments where you… Continue reading Thirty-Two Moments of Pure Joy
“We won’t be distracted by comparison if we are captivated with purpose.” ~Bob Goff Do you ever wish you could get a glimpse of the future? Maybe not every single detail of every year, but a quick peek at life in five or ten years? Sometimes I wish I could be given a tiny preview… Continue reading Is This Where You Wanted to Be?
If I’m being all hipster over here, I’d like to point out that I heard of “hygge” a long time ago, pinning it to one of my Pinterest boards without too much thought. But then, this past weekend as I sat in an airport waiting, scrolling through Pinterest, it seemed like hygge was everywhere. It’s… Continue reading Discovering I’m a Hygge Girl
The year is quietly melting away. Folding itself up to be tucked into the past. Slipping into the treasure trove of our memories. I love the turning of the calendar – an opportunity to begin anew, a hopeful anticipation of what’s to come, a fresh setting of goals and dreams. But I also love the… Continue reading A Celebration of 2017
In a week, I turn 30 years old. It sounds strange even to me – the one who has felt “eternally in her mid-twenties” for so long. And yet, like the milestones of my past, I feel ready for the new chapter about to unfold – and excited for all that God will bring my… Continue reading The Thirty Manifesto {Purposeful Dreaming for the Best Decade Yet}
In twelve short days, my 20s will be a thing of the past. I will officially have lived for three decades. And as I approach this milestone of being granted the gift of 30 years, I have to stop and take a look at what has happened in my life over the last ten years.… Continue reading Saying Good-Bye to My Twenties
A few weeks ago, I was driving home from McTeacher Night, and realized – I’ve been driving these same streets for the past 15 years. For the first 15 years of my life, I lived in four different cities/towns and seven different houses/apartments. But now, I can say that I’ve lived half of my life… Continue reading This is My Community + These Are My People
I didn’t ask for the story of a blue-eyed, brown-haired girl of shorter stature … but it was the one given to me. I didn’t ask to grow up in a poor pastor’s family, with loving & faithful parents, the youngest of six girls and a baby brother – but they were the characters I… Continue reading What Story is Mine to Tell
I felt old the other night. I hate feeling old. For so long, I’ve just felt eternally in my mid-twenties, but that era is quickly coming to an end. I think the realization began a few weeks ago. I was studying at Vessel, and I overheard a conversation of two college-aged girls behind me (let’s… Continue reading When the Rose Colored Glasses Came Off
A week and a half ago, I ended my three-year journey in my first “home of my own” – what I affectionately had termed “The Wee Little Nestie.” They were a beautiful three years as I stepped out on my own away from my parents’ home for the first time and experienced my first three… Continue reading A Home with 107 Stories
