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Women in the Word

Across from the couch in the corner of our living room by our back door, I have a desk. I put it there last summer, when I was emptying out our third bedroom for Tobin, but while I was redoing the rest of the room, I decided to tackle that area, too. I already had the "I may be a schemer, but I'm not the only one" print --- Be Still I bought from a girl at our church who's fundraising for a mission trip, and the other print is for She Reads Truth's current study (Women in the Word).

Since I do most of my writing at my desk, I felt like those were good reminders to have nearby (and definitely aligned with my whitespace prompt) - especially be still. How many online altercations could be averted if everyone would be still for a few moments before responding?

Another reminder that I love is the little framed map of Brooklyn that the girls in my community group gave me when I left at the end of the summer. They were (and are) such a beautifully supportive crew - sweetly encouraging, living their faith outloud in a way that spilled over into every interaction, not just the "Christian" ones, and an excellent example of community, accountability, and friendship done properly. 

When She Reads Truth announced their new series, those ladies were the ones that came to mind as being women in the Word. The more I read and study and pray and journal and spend time around believers, the more convinced I become that we often try to make it harder than it needs to be. Love God - love your neighbor - and let that love infuse everything that you do, acting as a filter for every interaction and perception.

Write with love. Take pictures with love. Create art with love. Travel with love. Answer emails with love. Fold clothes with love. Commute with love. Study with love. Look after Littles with love. Cook with love. Go grocery shopping with love. Clean with love. Worship with love. Serve with love. Live with... well, you get the idea.

I love these memory verse cards! They also correspond to weekly lock screen images, so you can keep the verse in front of you, wherever you are.

We are what we immerse ourselves in. So if I want to be a beautiful dwelling (and dwell beautifully) then I need to focus on the beauty around me, and strive to fill myself with beauty as well. And is anything more beautiful than constant reminders of the Creator of beauty Himself?

Beautiful dwelling is being in the Word so deeply that your own words (and actions) come from a place of love and grace.


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This year I'm diving into my greatest passion: knitting! I'll spend this month looking at past designs and talking about the inspiration behind them, so there will be plenty of regular life mixed in with the stitching - and there may be discount codes for the patterns that I write about. You'll just have to read and see!

Pattern index:

Pageturner Mitts
Hogwarts House Tie
Urban Artemis
Graffiti for Humanity
Love Out Loud
Strange Jacket


In order to change your knitting, you must first change yourself. I've lost track of how many times I've said that, or how many people I've said it to. Frustrated new knitters wondering why their work is loose or tight or uneven or really anything less than perfect. But something I love about knitting is that it's a record of your inner dialogue. That swatch knit at the yarn store table with a cozy cup of coffee and a helpful (and more experienced) knitter nearby is going to be a lot more relaxed than the sweater begun a week later while sitting next to a hospital bed - just like the knitter.

Unfortunately, this also applies to my own knitting. For years, I was apparently unaffected by the shifts and turmoils in my own life, so I assumed that I was exempt from the rule - when the reality was, in fact, that I wasn't really experiencing any of those on anything deeper than a surface level because everything was deadened by depression. When I finally started to really…


A few years ago, I was introduced to the concept of replacing the traditional list of resolutions with a single word. It appealed to me - I am not a big list person, but I love language and words and meanings and etymology and metaphor and... ahem. Ennyhoo. I liked the idea.
I've never chosen the word. It's always presented itself to me - and last year was no different. Pacific was very insistent, even though I tried to argue with it. Pacific? What does that even mean? What am I supposed to do with that?
But I accepted it, and I'm glad I did. I learned about depth and calm, about storm and nurture, about faith and adventure - and about the unstoppable ocean of God's grace, that overwhelms to fill and cleanse and bring blessings unasked.
So I'm bidding pacific a very fond farewell, and welcoming spark and whatever lessons it would like to bring. I invited it in with a copper wire punctuated with tiny lights and wrapped around my mood board, and I've got an empt…