It is always when you’re about to leave a place that it starts to seem the most lovely, and everything you’ve taken for granted suddenly squeezes your heart so you know what you’re about to lose.
I’ve never felt like Iowa is quite where I belong, although I can’t say that is objectively true so much as that I have a tendency to cast myself as an outsider in my own life. I’ve been trying to own up to that habit. At some point, we all have to take responsibility for ourselves. Whatever has happened to us and whatever we think or feel, we have the choice of how to respond to it.
Everyone who gets to adulthood is a bit frayed in spots, I think, a little cracked around the edges, or deeper still. Perhaps from real tragedy or simply careless words spoken to us as children that burnt our fragile skin, and the scars became the narrative we walked our whole life through.
Fall is approaching again. If you’ve read my blog through the seasons, you’ll know that I am in very strong opposition to fall. Other people get excited about apples and sweaters and pumpkin flavored everything, and I like to just kind of cross my arms and glare.
Perhaps I should try to withhold my judgments this year and make better memories. I do like sweaters. I don’t like school starting again or trees dying or losing people.
I have been without some of my dearest friends for over 23 days now. I am sad about it, because–well, I’ve already written about it. We grew close and loved Jesus and went on adventures. Adventures are my favorite, and my friend Fern is very good at instigating them.
Fern is a gem and made me realize that I’m not quite as introverted as I once thought. I am more introverted than extroverted, I think, but I really, really like being with people and doing things.
This is a love letter to you and to the Savior who brought us together.
John 1:16 says “From his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace.”
I have been thinking about grace lately and what it all means. Sometimes we use the word grace interchangeably with mercy, but we also use it to describe elegance: a dancer’s steps, the way eagles soar.
Maybe grace is beauty when we don’t expect it, goodness in a world that is often far from good.
Hi friends. Thanks for coming to my blog today. I’M HAPPY YOU’RE HERE.
(I just like feeling welcome, so I assume you do too.)
In the past few weeks, I’ve had a couple of things I sort of wanted to blog about but didn’t get around to it. Now I have more time, so here we go.
A few weeks ago, I was lying under a tree one day and wondered what my life would be like if I actually believed God loved me.
I realized that there is a big gap between the way I interact with people/the way I think about things generally when I feel confident that people care about me and when I don’t.