I’ve been wanting to share a printable of the Lord’s Prayer with you and with my own children for a while now, and here it is! It seems so very appropriate to share it now as we welcome a new year with all the hopes and fears it holds for us. I don’t claim to be an example of a prayerful woman. I’m more of a grasping the hem of His garment kind of a pray-er, so I share...
If you’ve been to my house or follow my Instagram feed, you probably know that having art on my walls is important to me. Art brings such joy to my home, so I’d love to share with you my best tips for framing your artwork! 1. Use a mat or a thick frame to showcase the art. This is a never-fail one. A mat always makes artwork look 10 times classier, especially with a thick mat. If you don’t use...
Advent starts this coming Sunday, and friends, I’m not ready. My mind is in a million places. But you know what? That is exactly why the church celebrates seasons–to prepare Him room. To orient our hearts back to eternal matters. I need the month to prepare my heart to celebrate the momentous coming of our Immanuel. I need the month to settle my mind on Him in all His worthiness, joy, and glory. I won’t do it perfectly or...
This post is the third in a series I’ve been writing about things I never understood about racism. You can read the previous posts here and check out the anti-racism resource page for further learning. I used to say that the first time I saw racism was when I moved from a diverse community of military families in Okinawa, Japan, to the coastal town of Jacksonville, NC as a Junior in high school. Overt forms of racism were easy to pick out there:...
There are moments when all of us feel alone and forsaken, burdened “beyond our ability to endure” (2 Corinthians 1:8). Life can feel like way too much fo us. We cry out with the Psalmist: “Be not far from me, for trouble is near, and there is none to help.” (Psa 22:11 ESV) In this Psalm, David goes on to vividly describe how he feels surrounded by attackers, how his “heart is like wax,” and his strength is dried...
My sweet neighbor and friend, Lila, died from complications from lung cancer this week. She was in her late seventies. She read this blog, encouraged me, and told me stories about her life and her grandchildren. She even came to my art opening last month at a little local shop. The first week we moved into the neighborhood, she came over with some roses she and her husband had grown in their backyard. She was a beautiful person and...
