If you’ve wondered what I’ve been up to lately, I hope you’ll enjoy these pieces I’ve put together about some of our projects lately. This is what started a lot of changes around our house… I wandered down the stairs to open the washing machine door after it should have been finished running its self-cleaning cycle. It had begun smelling the way washers sometimes do, so I cleaned the filter and set it to self-clean. I didn’t want to leave…
The last time I wrote one of these updates, the world was a completely different place. Now, I find myself trying to even remember writing those words, feeling those feelings, and realizing the new things I learned then. I just went back to look at what I wrote about all those years ago that was actually only three months ago, and I WROTE ABOUT FACE MASKS, Y’ALL. I. Wrote. About. Masks. BEFORE. It. Was. Cool. and I can’t get over…
He brought home a hanging planter with light pink petunias at my brother’s urging. He was going to get me some cut flowers, but Jacob reminded him I’d appreciate a new plant more; they last longer. He hung them on a hook around the edge of the porch, but I had him take them down soon after because we were to have high winds. Then it got unseasonably cold and I didn’t want them to freeze, so I brought them…
The following may contain affiliate links, which means if you click on a link and make a purchase, you’re supporting me and my writing without spending anything extra. Thank you! As one living with chronic illnesses and undiagnosed diseases, I’ve often struggled with how I feel and how I feel that I should feel. There seems to be an unspoken rule that if we say we are Christians, the answer to “How are you?” should always be positive. When I…
I’m currently writing about poems I’ve been writing during this time, a series of prompts called “Pieces in the Pause” by Indelible Ink Writers. To see more, see this post. April 17th was supposed to be my little sister’s first formal, but (surprise, surprise) it was at postponed until June. The next day, we were to go to a For King & Country concert with our church family, but that too was cancelled. In light of all the cancellations and disappointments,…
I’m currently writing about poems I’ve been writing during this time, a series of prompts called “Pieces in the Pause” by Indelible Ink Writers. To see more, see this post. This one has a different feel to it than others I have written lately. It’s one with as many meanings behind it as one can imagine, and that’s the beauty of poetry. It can mean one thing to me, and something completely different to every person who reads it. The more…
I’m currently writing about poems I’ve been writing during this time, a series of prompts called “Pieces in the Pause” by Indelible Ink Writers. To see more, see this post. Do you feel it too? The way the days all run together like a train that’s looked on from afar. You know there are spaces between it, but it’s hard to see, similar to how a lot of us feel right now. Easter came and went without much ado. It was…
I’m currently writing about poems I’ve been writing during this time, a series of prompts called “Pieces in the Pause” by Indelible Ink Writers. To see more, see this post. The second prompt of the first week was “Though the Days Are Long” and I am sure that resonates with a lot of us. I couldn’t help but think about the to-do lists everyone seemed to have, at least at the beginning of this, and my own list and how…
This was a writing prompt with a group I’ve become a part of, Indelible Ink Writers. The prompt was “Buried Beneath the Piles” and other writers had amazing things to say along with this. I found my inspiration in some jars that have been collecting dust on my bookshelf unopened, unexplored for over a year and a half, but were probably untouched for another year and a half before they got moved to their current home. I distinctly remember writing…
I have the most Katherine excuse ever for not posting anything here lately. If you know me personally, you are probably familiar with my fingernails. If not, perhaps you should know I take great pride in my nails since my hair won’t grow much past my shoulders. Unlike my hair, my nails are oddly strong and grow to great lengths. However, long nails and keyboards do not get along. This is probably why I don’t play the piano very well,…
It’s a strange time to be alive. God has blessed my family, but I know there are many out there who are struggling right now. I pray peace, protection, and provision over all who read this. If you have a specific prayer request, feel free to leave it in the comments and I will lift up that request to God. It’s often hard to find God during the bleak times of life, but I find that’s when He seems most…
Ever feel like you’re trying to get somewhere but you’re not going very fast? You put in the time and effort, work as hard as you can, yet the amount of things you have left to do feels untouched, unmoved, unproductive? Yesterday, I moved two tons of bricks. At least, that’s what I’ve calculated from my brother’s estimation of the weight upon completion of our little project. And I’m kind of proud of myself. As I write this, we are…
March 16, 2017 is a day forever etched into my brain. Most people would look at the collapse of a world as being a bad thing, but it allowed for a restructuring that would not have been possible without it. As the chaos of the world today is swirling in our midst, dancing in the streets and in our minds, behind closed doors to keep everything away, I recall the peaceful chaos that blessed and cursed my family three years…
This winter hasn’t been very wintery around here. This morning I sat in a coffee shop and watched flurries come down as I sipped my tea, but last week I was going around with just a cardigan on. It has been an odd season and I am more than ready for spring to be here. Winter causes me to be secluded and more antisocial than I already prefer to be, so I am anticipating the softness of springtime and the…
The following may contain affiliate links, which means if you click on a link and make a purchase, you’re supporting me and my writing without spending anything extra. Thank you! I’ve only been meaning to write this review for about two months now. Better late than never, right? I had the opportunity to be on the launch team of a fellow hope*writer, Meredith McDaniel. She is a licensed professional counselor who felt led to write this book, in want +…
As a result of some recent events, I have found myself reflecting on grief and trusting Christ even in the midst of the grief. This grief that I am talking about is not the loss of someone dear, or the tragic or traumatic experiences one has during their life, or anything that is truly life-altering in a sudden way. The grief I am speaking of is the quieter, more stealthy kind, the kind that sneaks in when you realize a…
Inspired by Modern Mrs. Darcy (who is also my Reading Challenge inspiration this year), I have been thinking about what’s been getting me through these long winter months. Thanks to my health problems, I am supposed to avoid people as much as possible. If I can’t avoid them and have the possibility of having contact with sick or non-flu vaccinated persons, I get to wear a medical mask. My favorite thing ever is drawing attention to myself (all introverts simply…
I’ve currently been working through some books I’ve had laying around that I keep meaning to get to but don’t. Am I the only one with that problem? I have a “To Be Read” list that’s longer than me and I still end up reading books NOT on the list, and add ten new ones to said list while I am at it.
It’s a little over a week into the new year as I write this and the hustle and “newness” of the season is starting to wear off a little, or at least it seems to be wearing off to me. As I have reflected on the past year, I’ve noticed that despite not intentionally doing so, I picked a “word of the year” last year: Rest. It was important to me to find the balance between life and rest, and…
I sit here on my outdated denim loveseat, wrapped up in my newly knit prayer shawl, and enjoy the warmth of the sunshine that is shining through my dirty window that I had tied the curtain back with a piece of ribbon. I hear the murmur of water boiling on my antique stove in the kitchen as the dryer spins and buttons clank in the basement. I sit here to spend time with Jesus and to journal. As I was…