Thoughts for Today

I haven't packed a single thing. Normally, by this point, I'd have a list. I'd have piles. I'd probably have already thought through what I was wearing each day and checked the weather more times than necessary. Instead, I've spent most of this week sick. There was a point when I wasn't sure I was going to be able to go at all. Thankfully, I'm no longer contagious, but I'm also not quite back to 100%. I'm tired. There are things around here that need to be done. And there is

I remember several years ago, like around 2009 I was in a leadership training program along with my husband and several good friends that we recruited to join us. This was a two-year commitment and sponsored by the church we had attended and were planning to return to. Every other month, we went to Virginia for two days of training. The following month, we met with our local team to dig deeper into the topics, review the papers we had written, and talk about how we were appl

I think when we talk about grief we each have a place we go. Our mind and heart drift to the person we lost. Maybe the beloved pet. Or possibly, this time of year especially, it could be a child leaving home. But there is usually a moment we can point to. We know where the loss occurred. We know what we’re grieving. Recently, I’ve noticed a different kind of grief. There’s no distinct moment I can point to, just a recognition of loss. In therapy lately, I’ve been discussing

Everything was going well, it was slow going, but I was making decent progress. It’s the time of year when I put the finishing touches on the writing, layout, and design for the next edition of the Grace Filled Life Designer. I’m using a new program this year. Sidenote, don’t wait until you have a deadline to learn a new program. However, that’s exactly what I was doing, learning the differences between Affinity and Adobe Indesign. I had already spent several days looking

I completely forgot to write my blog this morning. It wasn’t because I procrastinated or struggled with an idea. I didn’t even decide to skip it. It just completely slipped my mind. As I’ve said before, I like routines and structure. It helps me flow through my day and makes prioritizing my tasks a simpler process. On Sundays, I start my day off writing this blog. I do the laundry and the grocery shopping for my family and my mom. If Timothy is in town, we often do those tas

I was making my way through the house, straightening up, fluffing pillows, putting away some laundry, and moving from room to room to see what else I could address in the time I had set aside for this task. When I walked through our bathroom, something caught my attention. It was a pink post-it on my mirror. I smiled as I realized I couldn’t remember the last time I had actually seen it. I was the one who put it there several months ago. I’m not even sure exactly when. I ima