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Holy Hustle

"Holy doesn't understand why Hustle can't slow down and rest, and Hustle doesn't understand why Holy seems to be missing the opportunity to serve her family and community through work."  -from Holy Hustle by Crystal Stine

If I had to pick a season to describe my life right now, I'd say early Spring. The time when you find a mouse nest in your watering can and spiders living in the potting soil, when last year's neatly tilled garden has grown crab grass with a fervor it never exhibited toward your produce, and there is a lot of hard sweaty work to be done before planting, and a lot of waiting and weeding and watering to be done before harvest.

Also known as staying home with soon-to-be three small children.

The quote at the beginning of this post really encapsulates the problem that I have with most Christian women's lifestyle lit. They seem to either be written by a well-rested grandmother who doesn't understand why everyone can't get up earl…
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Grace and Minimalism

Caption from Instagram: I love the idea of minimalism. I love the waymy jewelry tray looks when it has only my few current favorite pieces, so I’m not untangling a necklace I can’t currently wear from the earrings I can. But. A day will come when I can (and will) wear that necklace. It’s just not right now. So I’m taking the “capsule wardrobe” concept and applying it to everything. Neatly sorted and labeled, stored in an accessible place, because life has seasons but those seasons come around again.

While I haven't watched Marie Kondo's new show, I did read her book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, a few years ago. I picked up a few valuable tips: if you take your notecards out of the box they came in and stand them on end in a shoebox, they will both look better and take up less space; it's okay to give up something that was given to you as a gift if it's not sparking joy; be grateful for what you have, and for the way that your items have served you (even the on…

Grace and Intentions

Happy new year to you! I'm sitting at my kitchen table with a candle and a cup of tea and my winter-not-Christmas playlist (if you have Spotify and like Elgar and Enya, find it here), trying to settle my thoughts. I hope you're finding peace (or excitement, according to your preference), wherever you are.

All the Christmas things (such as they were) have been put away (apparently Christmas isn't officially over until Epiphany? but the batteries were dead in the tiny copper string lights on our wee potted Norfolk Island Pine tree, anyway), except the pompom garland that I so painstakingly made in our living room colors and couldn't bear to part with.
I've also broken down all the boxes for recycling and decided which gift bags to keep (and found homes for them), which was honestly a bigger task than the decorations were - and thanks to some ruthless pre-holiday purging, all newly acquired toys have a designated space (which is not the middle of the floor).


Twenty Eighteen

Took Brooklyn to Crystal Bridges

Made a corner of our bedroom into a nursery

Took lots of naps

Last photo as a family of four

Brooklyn's fifth birthday

Juniper's long awaited arrival

Tiny tots getting so grown up


Hangin' with a baby

Riding a Ferris wheel at the State Fair - Brooklyn's request

Rearranging furniture (the Nester made me do it!) and lots of knitting, as always

Tobin's fourth birthday
This has been a year. My word of the year was "spark" and while I anticipated a year of pursuing fireflies with gleeful abandon, it's ended with feeling more like a pile of dying embers, one breath away from igniting and one bucket of water away from going out completely. Here's hoping 2019 will arrive with a gentle breeze!
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You Welcomed Me

Three years ago, I saw a photo of tiny three year old Alan Kurdi, lying still and lifeless on a Mediterranean beach after the inflatable boat carrying his family to supposed safety capsized. Shattered by this image of a child so like my youngest at the time, I took my feelings of helplessness and knitted them. Refuge became a cowl made from the colors of the Syrian flag and the perilous waters they crossed, overlayed with jagged lines representing the refugees' difficult journeys.
Every winter when I pull it out, I'm reminded to pray for those who are still without shelter or home, and filled anew with a desire to do something about it, something a little more tangible than liking and sharing a post on Facebook.

"Central to God's love story with humanity is a group of people fleeing captivity in Exodus and wandering in search of home. Then when they found home they were supposed to welcome the stranger. Jesus continues the plot, saying that when you welcome the strang…

Cozy Minimalist Home

"I want to have just enough furniture and beauty in my home to serve my people and to get the style I'm after without overwhelming myself with stuff I have to take care of as a part time job." from Cozy Minimalist Home by Myquillyn Smith

Several years ago I happened onto a book called The Nesting Place by Myquillyn Smith (who I heard of through her also author sister Emily P Freeman). It came to me at a time when I needed it, and brought two stand out messages in particular: it doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful, and if you don't like something anyway you can't ruin it by painting it. (See above cabinet which lurked darkly in the corner until I was emboldened to paint it, antique be darned, and now it's something I enjoy using and looking at) I don't currently have a copy because I keep giving my copy away.

When we moved into our house (first time not renting!) I did her cozy home online class and benefitted greatly from it - but because I pref…

31 Days of That's Autumn to Me

Since things are busy but I still enjoy a challenge, I'm doing things a little differently this year. Instead of posting here, find a daily photo of something that defines autumn for me over on Instagram.
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The Cart

About six months ago, I acquired a three-tiered wheeled cart. I had a vague idea of stocking it with (what I consider) essentials and keeping it close to wherever I was, post baby.
It has become one of the best ideas I've ever had, and validation of my conviction that I would enjoy living in an Airstream trailer. It's replaced the nightstand on my side of the bed, and it follows me wherever I go, an easy way of transporting necessary items while also carrying a baby, without having to make trips or risk dropping anything, or figure out where to put it once I get there.

The tiers are divided as follows: top tier, journaling and miscellaneous, middle tier, baby things, bottom tier, knitting. My logic for that was to put the baby things where they would be easily accessible to a seated adult or a standing child, bagged items on the bottom, and loose shiny tempting things on the top where I could keep an eye on them.

Jokingly stuck a chair magnet on The Cart, as the only thing it&…