the grieving, grateful cake with mocha frosting.

Today marks two years. Two years of living in Pennsylvania. July 21, 2015: the day we left the West Coast and boarded that plane, without a return ticket. Today felt especially sad to me. As I sat in the emotion that an anniversary can bring,  I realized that part of why it felt so hard…

hello fall. [+ a giveaway]

September has always felt more like the start of a new year to me than January ever has. It probably has something to do with being part of the academic cycle for so long, even after my own days as a student ended. And this September certainly felt like the start of all sorts of…

When the answer is no to your birthday prayer.

I don’t often ask the Lord for something with a specific timeline in mind. Usually, I leave the timing up to him, with an “as soon as possible, but when you think it is best” addendum. But this time, I asked him for something specific and tied it to my birthday. I asked if it…

4 words for 2015.

Last year the Lord gave me four words. These four words (or technically six, but the concept originated as four words from Shauna Niequist, so that’s what I’m calling it) felt like they were to teach, to comfort, to encourage and to grow my heart in new ways as circumstances unfolded, that only the Lord…