the graces of April.

There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice. -John Calvin There is much to rejoice about. In the midst of political campaigns and hot mess days, baby tears and grown-up tears, there is so much grace, if I’m willing to see…

when you want to stay sad. [+ a giveaway]

The day before had been spent crying, and it was barely an hour into the morning and tears were seeping out again. It wasn’t that it hadn’t been talked about or prayed over. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe truth or wasn’t working to trust the Lord. Everything felt out of my control, and I…

the shame of the workout.

Workouts make me feel small and like I’m in fifth grade again, barely able to do a somersault when the rest of the kids are doing cartwheels across the mat. In the moments it takes me to don shorts and a t-shirt and tie up my shoelaces, I can feel all the weight that shame…

the unedited version.

Unpolished. Uncensored. Unfiltered. Unedited. I don’t know about you, but these words scare me. I don’t need it to be perfect, but I still want there to be some semblance of polishing and filtering. I want there to be at least a little editing and censoring. I want to have it together, at least a…

dear new mom.

In the fall, I sat down and had some major hot mess journaling processing times with the Lord, working through some of the Hard about those early days of being a mom. Those early days for me not only included life with a newborn but being way too hard on myself, juggling work and this new role and…

the tiny sprouts of becoming.

Last week, I received a letter from a dear friend. She’d sent me this article about celebrating progress by Shauna Niequist (which is excellent, by the way) that I had originally shared with her over a year ago. It felt a little funny to be given it back, but I slowed my heart to read the words that…