finding rest in the midst of transition.

Unpacking felt like it consumed the first few days of living in our new home last week. Part of that was truly necessity, as anyone who has moved knows. You need your underwear and the pan you want to cook dinner in; you need towels and a place to sit that isn’t the floor; you…

when my heart aches for injustice that feels far too big and awful.

*this post contains affiliate links I just finished up another book about the Holocaust. I find myself drawn to these books and yet simultaneously utterly horrified by the darkness to be found in this time. As I cried my way through this one, I paused to ask the “why?” question that seems to follow me…

when you’re not wanting people to see your mess.

It feels like pure GRACE to be able to say we are moving. And soon. As in tomorrow. The Lord has worked a series of events (that I would call miracles) to orchestrate us closing on a house this past Monday. I can hardly believe that what felt like a far away dream is happening….

full & ripe days.

Oh August, what a full and ripe month you are. These thirty one days have practically been bursting and I’m so grateful. (And this also explains my two week sabbatical from blogging, if you were wondering.) Hot and humid days. Pennsylvania was full of blistering, sweltering heat. I felt the irony of the direct contrast…