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Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Sorry Bloggy
Another giveaway!
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Thursday, November 19, 2009
the shaft
This blog totally gets the shaft now, and I am using it to try to win jewelry:
I want Lisa Leonard's ID cuff real bad, but I probably won't win.
I want Lisa Leonard's ID cuff real bad, but I probably won't win.
Monday, November 16, 2009
simpler and smaller
As you may have guessed, I hate my blog. For a second there, I thought I hated blogging in general, but I don't think that's true.
I'm attempting something new. This is for me. I've pretty much given up on the idea of being a blogger with a large audience, but I welcome those of you who have stuck around.
I'm going the micro-blogging direction for a couple different reasons. 1) I can get content up without feeling pressure to come up with something interesting to say. 2) I can focus on practicing the kind of writing I'm actually somewhat good at: short prose and poetry. 3) It's more abstract, and I'm more abstract. I think I'll probably post some more about Ireland, but without all the "We did this, and then we did that, and later we saw this." I'd like to express the feeling of life, not just the facts. I'll save the play-by-play for Twitter. 4) Tumblr has sweet templates.
So, as they like to say in the blogosphere, hop on over and find me here: Herald. There'll be some repeat content for a little while, because this is a portfolio of sorts. I'm just getting it all out there.
I'm attempting something new. This is for me. I've pretty much given up on the idea of being a blogger with a large audience, but I welcome those of you who have stuck around.
I'm going the micro-blogging direction for a couple different reasons. 1) I can get content up without feeling pressure to come up with something interesting to say. 2) I can focus on practicing the kind of writing I'm actually somewhat good at: short prose and poetry. 3) It's more abstract, and I'm more abstract. I think I'll probably post some more about Ireland, but without all the "We did this, and then we did that, and later we saw this." I'd like to express the feeling of life, not just the facts. I'll save the play-by-play for Twitter. 4) Tumblr has sweet templates.
So, as they like to say in the blogosphere, hop on over and find me here: Herald. There'll be some repeat content for a little while, because this is a portfolio of sorts. I'm just getting it all out there.
Monday, October 26, 2009
1000 gifts
So much to catch up on!
one hundred twenty-one.
A beautiful day in Detroit to run the marathon relay and family to cheer me on.
one hundred twenty-six & seven.
Really good conversation with Kevin about parenting and "Where the Wild Things Are," both of which helped me let go and feel peace about Ellary's emotions.
one hundred thirty-five.
My mom's visit: endless kisses and love for Ellary, delicious time in the kitchen with me, and clean baseboards.
one hundred thirty-three.
Fall moments with Ellary.
one hundred thirty-eight & nine.
Grace for arrogance, insecurity and listening to myself talk. Repentance and peace.
one hundred fifty-seven.
Living here.
one hundred fifty-eight thru sixty-five.
More CSA bounty:
pumpkins
butternut squash
delicata squash
acorn squash
rutabaga
sage
rosemary
garlic
one hundred twenty-one.
A beautiful day in Detroit to run the marathon relay and family to cheer me on.
one hundred twenty-six & seven.
Really good conversation with Kevin about parenting and "Where the Wild Things Are," both of which helped me let go and feel peace about Ellary's emotions.
one hundred thirty-five.
My mom's visit: endless kisses and love for Ellary, delicious time in the kitchen with me, and clean baseboards.
one hundred thirty-three.
Fall moments with Ellary.
one hundred thirty-eight & nine.
Grace for arrogance, insecurity and listening to myself talk. Repentance and peace.
one hundred fifty-seven.
Living here.
one hundred fifty-eight thru sixty-five.
More CSA bounty:
pumpkins
butternut squash
delicata squash
acorn squash
rutabaga
sage
rosemary
garlic
Monday, October 12, 2009
1000 gifts (Blessing Permanence)
At least two people are considering making 1000 Gifts apart of their blogs, but more importantly apart of their lives! Here's more on why it's changing my life:
Just as my daughter is developing a sense of object permanence (the understanding that something or someone continues to exist even if they're not with her), I am developing "blessing permanence." God's loving gifts continue to flow in, and I don't need to grasp at or cling to them, as if they are the last taste of a good thing I will ever have.
And I've been convicted by Him that I want to choose my blessings. I want my life to look and feel a certain way (most often because I'm comparing it to someone else's). Instead of relishing the simple gifts that He lavishes on me, I am discontent and covetous. Even worse, I manhandle my life, as if I could somehow create my own blessing.
God wants me to live my life, the one He authors. It will be and is far more lovely than anything I can come up with on my own.
eighty-four.
Another heavenly walk: crisp fall air, bright blue sky, studded with white clouds, orange trees.
eighty-five.
Distant deer in the field.
eighty-six.
Three gray herons together.
eighty-seven.
Rocking my sweet girl to sleep; we are both at peace.
I'm almost to 100!
Just as my daughter is developing a sense of object permanence (the understanding that something or someone continues to exist even if they're not with her), I am developing "blessing permanence." God's loving gifts continue to flow in, and I don't need to grasp at or cling to them, as if they are the last taste of a good thing I will ever have.
And I've been convicted by Him that I want to choose my blessings. I want my life to look and feel a certain way (most often because I'm comparing it to someone else's). Instead of relishing the simple gifts that He lavishes on me, I am discontent and covetous. Even worse, I manhandle my life, as if I could somehow create my own blessing.
God wants me to live my life, the one He authors. It will be and is far more lovely than anything I can come up with on my own.
eighty-four.
Another heavenly walk: crisp fall air, bright blue sky, studded with white clouds, orange trees.
eighty-five.
Distant deer in the field.
eighty-six.
Three gray herons together.
eighty-seven.
Rocking my sweet girl to sleep; we are both at peace.
I'm almost to 100!
Monday, October 05, 2009
1000 gifts (Invitation)
thirty-seven.
The laundry basket full of clean baby clothes and shoes.
thirty-nine.
Sweet potatoes baking.
forty-five.
Cold feet under warm covers.
forty-eight.
My daughter's first efforts to stand on her own.
forty-nine.
Moonshine on feathery clouds: October dusk.
fifty-one.
Kevin's lumberjack look: flannel shirts and beard.
***
Are any of my blog buddies looking for something to do on a Monday? I was just telling Kevin last night how much this discipline of gratitude has already meant to me. As I've been keeping track of all the little moments of grace, joy and worship in my life, I've noticed that they linger longer. Which in itself is such a gift [#52], because in the past, joy was bittersweet and much too fleeting. The second I felt true happiness, I was already mourning the imminent loss of it. Now I say what I always should have said: Thank you, Jesus. And the joy sticks around, because I'm worshiping its Source.
I would wholeheartedly love to know about the grace and joy in the lives of others too! Take it as a challenge from me--I don't think you'll be disappointed.
The laundry basket full of clean baby clothes and shoes.
thirty-nine.Sweet potatoes baking.
forty-five.
Cold feet under warm covers.
forty-eight.
My daughter's first efforts to stand on her own.
forty-nine.
Moonshine on feathery clouds: October dusk.
fifty-one.
Kevin's lumberjack look: flannel shirts and beard.
***
Are any of my blog buddies looking for something to do on a Monday? I was just telling Kevin last night how much this discipline of gratitude has already meant to me. As I've been keeping track of all the little moments of grace, joy and worship in my life, I've noticed that they linger longer. Which in itself is such a gift [#52], because in the past, joy was bittersweet and much too fleeting. The second I felt true happiness, I was already mourning the imminent loss of it. Now I say what I always should have said: Thank you, Jesus. And the joy sticks around, because I'm worshiping its Source.
I would wholeheartedly love to know about the grace and joy in the lives of others too! Take it as a challenge from me--I don't think you'll be disappointed.
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