Most years I begin January with a neat set of goals. I like to have a clear vision and a plan for how to get there. I divide my year into nice quarters and check in on my goals near my birthday (March), at the beginning of summer (June), and at the beginning of the school year (September) to make sure I’m on track. I adapt and change goals as my life unfolds but having a sense of where I’m trying to go gives me a sense of clarity about what matters and what I want to move towards. Continue reading “Winter’s rest…”
I’ve been cleaning drawers, closets, clutter, my floors. I’m preparing for a new season, for the tree, decorations, family, and lots of little white lights, but before I do the next big thing, I need to clear some space. I love the smell of freshly washed floors, the way the windows seem wider when they are newly clean. I love touching and fluffing and putting things in their places. I adore throwing away bags of trash.
Our small group has committed to practicing Sabbath Rest. We’ve decided to practice the discipline of rest in an effort to honor the God who made us and try to find the unforced rhythms of grace the Bible promises. On a weekly basis, we try to pause. To unclutter our lives and just rest. Continue reading “Rest…”
Last night, whispered prayers dripped onto my pillow as I acknowledged a familiar grief. My heart refuses to pretend to be who I want to be… strong, secure, gracious, and true. Instead, life pushes at me, tripping me up, like a playground bully. In the bump and fray of everyday life, I find myself again nursing wounds and grudges, that are inconsistent to the woman I want to be. But they are real. And so am I. Continue reading “Grace whispers…”
This morning when I drove to work it was 7 degrees. Even after twenty-seven New England winters, it still blows my mind that it can get this cold (and colder). There are a bunch of memes in my Facebook feed about why I live in a place where the air hurts my face. I have to agree. Complaining about the weather is a true passion here. We complain about the heat and humidity in the summer, the rain and fog during spring mud season, and the cold raw winds and rain of late fall. There is almost always something to complain about when it comes to New England weather. Continue reading “Winter rest….”
When my life feels out of control and my soul is rubbed raw, I long to create order. Continue reading “Restoring order…”
My Grandpa Zehrung drove his dusty blue Chevy pickup through the golden fields of The Dalles Oregon. Continue reading “Be still…”
I love new beginnings. Lucky for me… I celebrate them about every three months.
I am a crazy woman around the New Year… I have whole rituals around reviewing last year’s journals to glean important themes, to reflect on what I’ve learned, to consider what I want to leave behind. To set a course for the year ahead. Continue reading “On new beginnings…”
I can’t just flip a switch and be on vacation. I need a gradual withdrawal from the pressures and demands of every day life. I need to walk it off. So this weekend I am taking a deliberate lap. Some highlights include… Continue reading “On slowing down…”
My life moves pretty fast. Always has. I am running from one thing, to the next thing, with my mind three things ahead kind of girl. I rarely sit still, and when I do, I am either reading or watching. So that even when my body is still, my head and heart are still running along a good clip. During one particularly overwhelming season of speed, I was driving down Main Street, preparing to stop at the bank and the gas station, between my day job and my night class. I was trying to remember what day the next paper was due, when I saw someone sitting on a bench. Just. Sitting. Continue reading “On Bench-Sitting…”