The same fluffy white duvet with the occasional coffee or avocado stain, the same watercolored Dumbledore and C.S. Lewis quotes on the wall, the same white curtains, the same gray bookshelf littered with books and candles and pens and picture frames—just the way I like it. So much is changing, so I’m clinging to as much consistency as I can.Read More
Living a life of hope & wholeness and sometimes writing about it.
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Two nights ago, I sat down to write and nothing came out.
It was very frustrating. The writing had a deadline, but the words and ideas said "nope."
The setting was so perfect! A cozy fire, a snuggly living room, a cup of hot tea, no boys in the house, and even a cuddly dog! Nothing says, "Come write in my environment of perfection" like that scenario, you know?
But no. Something was off, and I couldn't do it.
Something in my spirit was halting me, holding me back, and it wasn't just writer's block. I had all the drive, all the momentum, every desire to write beautiful words in front of this beautiful fireplace, and then post a beautiful Instagram and make a beautiful name for myself. And my spirit said no.
Not this way.Read More
Writing is a discipline. Do you still want it? It's rewarding, but it takes work. It's beautiful to see words dance, but it's raw and painful. To write about what matters will strike a dissonant chord, but stick with it. There's some intriguing harmonies waiting to exist.Read More
A couple weekends ago, I visited Birmingham with a friend of mine--we'll call her Trail Runner. Trail Runner is one of those naturally outdoorsy people who grew up with a state park at her back door and a kayak strapped to the family car. Trail Runner and I couldn't be more different, but on a sidewalk in November, we decided to start road tripping together.Read More
I've recently been captivated by how words form and who puts them there. Who decides the best word to use in the best place? Who decides what type of manipulation of language to use over another? Who decides that the words are beautiful enough to rest and begin to be? In the words of my dear friend Katie: "In the gap between His words and our own, He has placed you."Read More
Letting go of shame is scary. Because even though He tells me that He can handle it, sometimes I don't know if I can bear to acknowledge that it exists.Read More
One day, brilliant words will be falling out of your head, and then the next day you're shaking your fist at a blank canvas. Where did the inspiration go? Why are words suddenly hard?
It's tempting to think that on the blank canvas days, we just have nothing--that the well of our brain is dry. But I think another alternative reason for blank canvas days are because the well of our brains are overloaded.Read More