I'm not totally surprised that blogging fell by the wayside the closer we got to the wedding. I've had so much I wanted to update y'all on, but keeping the balance of productivity and peace has been tricky. I was sick all last week, which was my final wakeup call to stop trying to do it all, and rather focus on the moments. Everything will get done. It always does.
This season has been such a sweet one. In hindsight. Haha. There have been plenty of meltdowns in stress and frustration, unrealistic expectations unmet and many, many come to Jesus moments. So thankful for those, really. I feel so close to the Lord right now, and He has absolutely shrouded me in peace over the last week. I'm not nervous, not stressing anymore. Sure, there are still things to do. But He has blessed me with perspective in so many tiny ways, and has continued to shape my heart for the journey ahead with M.
Our family and friends have been incredible. My dear sister was working on our paper goods by camp lantern as she resides on the East Coast and was sans power in the wake of Sandy. Our jeweler somehow managed to get M's ring out of NYC in time for delivery this week. Pops sacrificed his Saturday to patch our aged fence so M's pup has a secure backyard to move into, while my soon-to-be brother has been crafting our outdoor lightscape in his precious spare evenings away from his family. My girls gave me a cherished night of laughter and silliness this past weekend as a send-off to marriage. And don't even get me started on my showers! An elegant high tea, salad and sangria at a California vineyard, and a Breakfast at Tiffany's inspired soiree...spoiled much? And that's not even the half of it, y'all. Constantly praying for and checking in on us, I can't imagine getting through these six months without everyone. And the best part is that it doesn't stop on Saturday; they're in our lives for keeps, God willing!
The wedding is Saturday. I'm going to be M's wife. I still don't know how it all happened, but I just smile when I think about the Lord's leading in all of this. He has given us each other to bring us closer to Him, and I'm so incredibly thankful for that gift.
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10.31.2012
7.24.2012
Lessons Learned: Wedding Planning
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~ By and large, everything to do with a wedding costs at least $300. There are exceptions, of course, but spending much less will likely require hot glue, eleventy-thousand visits to the craft store, and less-than-bridal fingernails.
~ Choosing bridesmaids dresses from a department store is a bad idea unless you have everyone's sizes and order them the second you see that they're available. Dept. stores just don't keep stock like traditional bridal retailers, so you may end up in a pickle.
~ TheKnot.com is just a bad idea. It's insta-stress and will make you feel like you're about three years behind on planning the second you log on. Pretty photos, yes. But, whoa, holy task-apalooza!
~ Having an RSVP option available on your website before sending invites is not the best idea ever. Create some confusion, it may.
~ Registering is way fun-slash-dangerous. Taking a deep breath and reviewing one's registry after coming off the complimentary cappuccino high is probably a good idea. (Everyone says that now is the time to request all the fancy crap you've always wanted; meanwhile, it's hard not to feel a little cray for zapping a gravy boat that costs $130.) (But seriously, it's gorgeous.)
~ Burlap is a special kind of stinky. But oh, the texture.
~ 3 months in normal time = plenty. 3 months in wedding time = OMG, you don't have a photographer yet???!!?? Aaaaand, cue nail biting. (Again, not so bridal.)
~ Our friends and family are amazing. (This isn't new to me, but seeing how everyone has stepped up and gone so far above and beyond to make this time more precious for us has been...just...no words. No tears in the office. Talk amongst yourselves...)
To be continued...
5.10.2012
Missin' You
Yesterday marked two years since my dear mama's passing. In some ways, it feels like just yesterday that we were dancing in the living room to Beyonce (when we were supposed to be cleaning house), yet it also seems like a lifetime ago that I saw her sweet face and felt her embrace. (It's tough to beat a good hug from your mama.)
However, the Lord has shown me such grace and mercy over the last few years. Well, he's showered me with grace and mercy my whole life, but I was too stubborn and prideful to rest in it. (Breaks my heart to think of the time I missed with Him.)
My family and friends are amazing, y'all, and they have loved on my brother and I--and each other--so thoughtfully. I received many texts and emails yesterday, sharing thoughts and prayers and well-wishes. A very sweet friend sent a lovely bouquet, while another sent a precious card that brought a smile to my face. I got word that two of the chickens stowed away under Pops's truck to join him in visiting the gravesite. (True story.) My sweet man surprised me with a massage, dinner, a beautiful yellow rose, and a request to share Mom stories/memories throughout the evening.
Not a day goes by that I don't think about her or recall a funny, silly little moment shared together that makes me giggle and tear up at the same time. She left such an incredible impression on all who knew her, sassy and sweet to the end. Such a blessing to have witnessed the portion of her life that I did.
I can't wait to see her again. To catch up and see her smile, angelic even before she was called home. There's so much to look forward to, and I'm thankful beyond measure for the earthly family that God has blessed me with to take this journey.
However, the Lord has shown me such grace and mercy over the last few years. Well, he's showered me with grace and mercy my whole life, but I was too stubborn and prideful to rest in it. (Breaks my heart to think of the time I missed with Him.)
My family and friends are amazing, y'all, and they have loved on my brother and I--and each other--so thoughtfully. I received many texts and emails yesterday, sharing thoughts and prayers and well-wishes. A very sweet friend sent a lovely bouquet, while another sent a precious card that brought a smile to my face. I got word that two of the chickens stowed away under Pops's truck to join him in visiting the gravesite. (True story.) My sweet man surprised me with a massage, dinner, a beautiful yellow rose, and a request to share Mom stories/memories throughout the evening.
Not a day goes by that I don't think about her or recall a funny, silly little moment shared together that makes me giggle and tear up at the same time. She left such an incredible impression on all who knew her, sassy and sweet to the end. Such a blessing to have witnessed the portion of her life that I did.
I can't wait to see her again. To catch up and see her smile, angelic even before she was called home. There's so much to look forward to, and I'm thankful beyond measure for the earthly family that God has blessed me with to take this journey.
3.22.2012
{Inspired Thursdays} Girl Crushing
Since finishing Captivating last week, I continue to mull over the truths presented in its chapters; particularly, the God-given, divinely-designed gifts that manifest in females. Like beauty. Feminine beauty is a much needed presence in this world, and unfortunately one that is often exploited or misunderstood. In thinking about true beauty--genuine, peaceful, graceful beauty, glowing from the inside out--I am reminded how inspired I am by the amazing, beautiful women around me on a daily basis.
Many of you gals in the blogosphere inspire me more than I can adequately express in a comment field or post. You're creative, talented, funny, insightful, and pour yourself into your lovely blogs, often while balancing a full-time gig, other hobbies, a family and relationships. And typically, there is no financial reward nor major recognition for what you do; yet your posts are something I look forward to every day. They stir my affections for a loving, creative God who designed each of you so elegantly. (Even something as simple as looking at a layout or collage in my reader and knowing, without having seen the name of the blog and/or author, exactly who that post belongs to.)
Some of the most touching posts come from gals who are opening up and being vulnerable (especially when personal commentary is not generally a favored topic for that blogger), and to see the encouragement and love come from woman (and men) all over the world who understand, have been there, and/or simply want the writer to know that she is appreciated and heard.
Many of y'all take incredible photos and share your stories visually, allowing us to participate in the beauty in your own lives, be it children, travel destinations, loved ones, or a fabulous item that makes you smile. It may seem like no big deal, but we have a desire to be known and seen, and what a phenomenal community of attentive, loving people we can discover in the blogosphere.
Of course, relationships that consist of exchanging comments or quick emails are not the same as tight-knit bonds with those you call "friends," but that can certainly come from this community and from these interactions. (It has for me, and one of those friendships in particular has been a tremendous asset to my walk as of late. Much love, J.)
My girlfriends are amazing. They're gorgeous, smart, loving, humble, and teach me so much about grace every day I know them. And I know it's not just my girls, though I sometimes think my inner circle is a special kind of awesome (...which they are). Women are amazing. Y'all, we give life. And even those who don't give life in the physical sense, we all mother and nurture someone or something and reflect the kind of love that the world simply can't do without. Literally, the world could not thrive without us. Without you.
I'm a big, mushy ball o' love over here today and I don't care who knows it! Thank you, ladies (both those known and unknown to me), for being the beauty and relationship warriors that we need and crave so. You are a reflection of the King and royalty in your own right. Embrace the blessing you are and don't let fear or brokenness keep you from sharing your gifts. We need you.
Many of you gals in the blogosphere inspire me more than I can adequately express in a comment field or post. You're creative, talented, funny, insightful, and pour yourself into your lovely blogs, often while balancing a full-time gig, other hobbies, a family and relationships. And typically, there is no financial reward nor major recognition for what you do; yet your posts are something I look forward to every day. They stir my affections for a loving, creative God who designed each of you so elegantly. (Even something as simple as looking at a layout or collage in my reader and knowing, without having seen the name of the blog and/or author, exactly who that post belongs to.)
Some of the most touching posts come from gals who are opening up and being vulnerable (especially when personal commentary is not generally a favored topic for that blogger), and to see the encouragement and love come from woman (and men) all over the world who understand, have been there, and/or simply want the writer to know that she is appreciated and heard.
Many of y'all take incredible photos and share your stories visually, allowing us to participate in the beauty in your own lives, be it children, travel destinations, loved ones, or a fabulous item that makes you smile. It may seem like no big deal, but we have a desire to be known and seen, and what a phenomenal community of attentive, loving people we can discover in the blogosphere.
Of course, relationships that consist of exchanging comments or quick emails are not the same as tight-knit bonds with those you call "friends," but that can certainly come from this community and from these interactions. (It has for me, and one of those friendships in particular has been a tremendous asset to my walk as of late. Much love, J.)
My girlfriends are amazing. They're gorgeous, smart, loving, humble, and teach me so much about grace every day I know them. And I know it's not just my girls, though I sometimes think my inner circle is a special kind of awesome (...which they are). Women are amazing. Y'all, we give life. And even those who don't give life in the physical sense, we all mother and nurture someone or something and reflect the kind of love that the world simply can't do without. Literally, the world could not thrive without us. Without you.
I'm a big, mushy ball o' love over here today and I don't care who knows it! Thank you, ladies (both those known and unknown to me), for being the beauty and relationship warriors that we need and crave so. You are a reflection of the King and royalty in your own right. Embrace the blessing you are and don't let fear or brokenness keep you from sharing your gifts. We need you.
2.15.2012
Holding Out on Him
You know that friend who only calls you when they're a hot mess? That friend who you hear from when they're down in the dumps, between relationships, or need a shoulder to cry on? Chances are, it's been so long since you last heard from them that a few consoling words won't do; it's an epic breakdown, requiring an epic consolation. Occasionally there are the obligatory inquiries about your life, but for the most part it's one-sided and exhausting.
I realized recently that I've been that person when it comes to God. When things are going well, I do say thank you and praise my blessings. But I'm not praising Him. I'm not increasing my time in his presence, pouring out my blessings to others, or growing in response to his incredible grace and love. On the other hand, when things are rough? Oh, you know I am taking up all kinds of his time. The prayers are long, the tears are heavy, and I typically spend the first half of our time together apologizing for being MIA and confessing the myriad of recent sins I've yet to take to him (much less discuss with him prior to bad decision time, imagine that).
He never tires, which is awesome in the truest sense of that word. This fact really makes me shake my head when I think about how I've treated our relationship. And it is a relationship, y'all. He wants to be involved, to share, to be part of each moment--big or small. And I'm holding out.
I've witnessed people who dedicate their lives so thoroughly to Christ, maintaining a state of mediation with him throughout their days. This doesn't mean that the life I am witnessing is always rainbows and sunshine; in fact, it's often rife with challenge and discontent. As it should be. I've spent far too long worshipping comfort (and still do), so how can I be surprised when he rocks my world, making me uncomfortable, to get my attention and draw me close?
There is peace in him. Big time. One can be immensely peaceful in a state of chaos. (Trust me.) One will not, however, stay active in a state of complacency. Why would you?
Regardless, He's involved. But I'm missing out. It's like the first time you encounter a healthy, real friendship; the time spent together is different, more candid, attentive, and you want to share the big, deep stuff just as much as the silly, inconsequential stuff (which doesn't really exist in true relationships...it all matters). That shapes you, emboldens you, and provides an opportunity for someone to speak into your life in love.
What better, more fulfilling relationship could I ask for than one with The Almighty? That's everything that's anything.
I realized recently that I've been that person when it comes to God. When things are going well, I do say thank you and praise my blessings. But I'm not praising Him. I'm not increasing my time in his presence, pouring out my blessings to others, or growing in response to his incredible grace and love. On the other hand, when things are rough? Oh, you know I am taking up all kinds of his time. The prayers are long, the tears are heavy, and I typically spend the first half of our time together apologizing for being MIA and confessing the myriad of recent sins I've yet to take to him (much less discuss with him prior to bad decision time, imagine that).
He never tires, which is awesome in the truest sense of that word. This fact really makes me shake my head when I think about how I've treated our relationship. And it is a relationship, y'all. He wants to be involved, to share, to be part of each moment--big or small. And I'm holding out.
I've witnessed people who dedicate their lives so thoroughly to Christ, maintaining a state of mediation with him throughout their days. This doesn't mean that the life I am witnessing is always rainbows and sunshine; in fact, it's often rife with challenge and discontent. As it should be. I've spent far too long worshipping comfort (and still do), so how can I be surprised when he rocks my world, making me uncomfortable, to get my attention and draw me close?
There is peace in him. Big time. One can be immensely peaceful in a state of chaos. (Trust me.) One will not, however, stay active in a state of complacency. Why would you?
Regardless, He's involved. But I'm missing out. It's like the first time you encounter a healthy, real friendship; the time spent together is different, more candid, attentive, and you want to share the big, deep stuff just as much as the silly, inconsequential stuff (which doesn't really exist in true relationships...it all matters). That shapes you, emboldens you, and provides an opportunity for someone to speak into your life in love.
What better, more fulfilling relationship could I ask for than one with The Almighty? That's everything that's anything.
2.09.2012
{Inspired Thursday} Blog Aids
I cannot say enough about the incredible community of bloggers out there. It's so wonderful to know that there are dozens of folks who are willing to rally around and encourage me, for no other reason than they read my words and choose to care. And vice versa! I'm sure to some it seems strange when I refer to my bloggy buddies as "friends" considering I've yet to meet most of y'all in person (though I'm still trying to figure out the whole teleportation thing so we can have that garden party). But any other title just wouldn't do justice. (My next giveaway: friendship bracelets. Just kidding. Kinda.)
But today I've got to give a little love to the friends, family and/or significant others who support us bloggers "in real life." My heart just swells with happiness when I hear that a near and dear friend or family member reads my posts, or when M mentions something I've written. I so enjoy seeing the same sort of support on others' blogs, reading comments from loved ones who know the blogger in a different way and champion their words and perspectives.
My favorite? The husbands and boyfriends who take photos for their gal's blog, or help with design or some other aspect of the site. I am sure they are wondering what in tarnation their crazy ladies are up to when they're twirling about in a perfectly coordinating outfit in front of the house, or staging vignettes of cooking utensils and whole foods for recipe posts. But they humor us and contribute to something about which we are all clearly passionate, without full understanding or explanation. It's beautiful, really.
Whether blogging for us is a lifetime commitment to creating content or primarily a means of efficiently recording our day-to-day, it takes a lot to share one's thoughts and words with the interwebs. Regardless of goal or intent, it's a fortunate thing, indeed, to be blessed with friends who are in your corner and encourage your endeavors...IRL or otherwise.
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But today I've got to give a little love to the friends, family and/or significant others who support us bloggers "in real life." My heart just swells with happiness when I hear that a near and dear friend or family member reads my posts, or when M mentions something I've written. I so enjoy seeing the same sort of support on others' blogs, reading comments from loved ones who know the blogger in a different way and champion their words and perspectives.
My favorite? The husbands and boyfriends who take photos for their gal's blog, or help with design or some other aspect of the site. I am sure they are wondering what in tarnation their crazy ladies are up to when they're twirling about in a perfectly coordinating outfit in front of the house, or staging vignettes of cooking utensils and whole foods for recipe posts. But they humor us and contribute to something about which we are all clearly passionate, without full understanding or explanation. It's beautiful, really.
Whether blogging for us is a lifetime commitment to creating content or primarily a means of efficiently recording our day-to-day, it takes a lot to share one's thoughts and words with the interwebs. Regardless of goal or intent, it's a fortunate thing, indeed, to be blessed with friends who are in your corner and encourage your endeavors...IRL or otherwise.
1.13.2012
Friday, I'm in Love, v.13
It's Friday and I'm in love with...
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I experienced mild chest pains when I peeped the price of the only running shoes that didn't instantly inflict brutal pain on my arches, but got over it as soon as I walked the trails in my Nike Vomeros. They're perfect for my weekday power walks along the Trinity. Also handy during these walks is my Bobble bottle that M got me for Christmas. We have free bottled water here at work, but this recycling gal has a hissy fit at the idea of going through a bottle a day (plus) to stay hydrated. The filter on this BPA-free bottle works great!
NYE may have come and gone, but who needs a holiday to sport sassy nails?! Spicing up a neutral nail with gold sparkle is a great way to keep the post-holiday ho-hums at bay. I am also a huge fan of casual braids on days when you just don't feel like getting all your tools and styling crap out to deal with your mane. I'm letting my hair to grow long again so that I can sport a chic, loose side braid without looking like a JV cheerleader. In the meantime, Davines' Universal Polishing Coat keeps my naturally curly hair from going all Simba on me during these misty January days. No joke, one finger-comb through with this stuff and my hair is perfectly shaped until I wash it again.
What are you lovin'?
1.10.2012
You're invited...
Given the ability to teleport and a space in which to host, I would throw a marvelous soiree for us to celebrate together all the lovely winter babies' birthdays during these first few weeks of January! I'm thinking tea sandwiches, macaroons, profiteroles and champagne cocktails served out in the garden.
Sending birthday love and wishes to...
April at The Happiness Habit (Jan. 5th)
Lisi at The Beauty File (Jan. 6th)
Meg at Henning Love (Jan. 10th)
Alexa at The Short and Sweet of It (Jan. 10th)
Kendralyn at Jersey Love and Laughter (Jan. 13th)
Rebecca at The Vintage Bicycle (Jan. 17th)
Stephanie at Big Mario Life (Jan. 13th)
Kate Middleton at...um...the palace* (Jan. 9th)
I'm also sending birthday wishes outside of the Blogosphere to my dadoo (Jan. 13th), Uncle Mark (Jan. 5th) and M's adorable niece Braiden (Jan. 10th).
Aaaaaand I'd be remiss if I didn't mention that tomorrow is also this little girl's birthday. It's my 30th, y'all. Thir-tee! (Stay tuned...I'm sure I'll be reflecting my arse off tomorrow.)
That's a lot of celebration in a matter of weeks, huh? I say we join together, bust up a pinata (which in my dreams is filled with makeup and puppies**) and send some happy vibes to this birthday bunch. Are y'all with me?! You bring the party hats!
Repondez, s'il vous plait,
*OK, so the Duchess isn't a blogger, but I heart her.
**No animals were harmed in the daydreaming of said pinata beating.
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Sending birthday love and wishes to...
April at The Happiness Habit (Jan. 5th)
Lisi at The Beauty File (Jan. 6th)
Meg at Henning Love (Jan. 10th)
Alexa at The Short and Sweet of It (Jan. 10th)
Kendralyn at Jersey Love and Laughter (Jan. 13th)
Rebecca at The Vintage Bicycle (Jan. 17th)
Stephanie at Big Mario Life (Jan. 13th)
Kate Middleton at...um...the palace* (Jan. 9th)
I'm also sending birthday wishes outside of the Blogosphere to my dadoo (Jan. 13th), Uncle Mark (Jan. 5th) and M's adorable niece Braiden (Jan. 10th).
Aaaaaand I'd be remiss if I didn't mention that tomorrow is also this little girl's birthday. It's my 30th, y'all. Thir-tee! (Stay tuned...I'm sure I'll be reflecting my arse off tomorrow.)
That's a lot of celebration in a matter of weeks, huh? I say we join together, bust up a pinata (which in my dreams is filled with makeup and puppies**) and send some happy vibes to this birthday bunch. Are y'all with me?! You bring the party hats!
Repondez, s'il vous plait,
*OK, so the Duchess isn't a blogger, but I heart her.
**No animals were harmed in the daydreaming of said pinata beating.
1.02.2012
The Joy of a Softened Heart
I read an article recently that sort of rocked my world. It wasn't new information that necessarily knocked me over, but rather my receptiveness to reading how a biblical relationship should look that surprised the pants off of me. (Not literally, of course. I'm a la-dy!)
If you look back on some of my older posts about relationships, it should be obvious that a whoooole lot has gone on in my heart. God has been trying to shape this little girl for decades, but I refused to let him in. I refused to let many things in. (As I've shared before, my friends lovingly referred to me as "Alcatraz" because of my complete unwillingness to express emotion or be vulnerable.)
Lock-down notwithstanding, I still managed to get hurt and have my heart broken by boyfriends, friends and even family. I wasn't protecting anything, but rather closing myself off from the offer of His sovereign love, an acceptance of which would free me to approach my relationships accordingly: not treat them as my subject of worship and therefore set myself up for inevitable disappointment. This is not to say that I no longer believe in or have faith in people. Quite the opposite, actually. I'm more open to love and intimacy than I've ever been before.
(Side note: I'm drafting this in Starbucks while listening to Joy Williams's "Speaking a Dead Language" and my eyes are filled with tears. How's that for growth? I'm showing emotion in public, y'all! More importantly, I'm fine with it. It's a joyful experience, truth be told.)
The difference is that I know my identity and my happiness are safely in the hands of a loving, almighty God. I know that people are broken, sinful and feeble. (And, truth be told, I still sometimes lose my focus and misplace my affections.) In spite of this, we can glorify Him by sharing life together, encouraging each other, loving each other and keeping one another accountable.
The article above considers relationships between men and women seeking marriage (or not, in the case of modern dating). I, for years, excluded God from my relationships. Even if we went to church, it was just that: going through the motions to check that item off the list. Can I be all that surprised that I have yet to marry? (I don't bemoan that I'm of a certain age and haven't yet had the privilege of a family and marriage. The desire is definitely there, but I know I am exactly where I am supposed to be. I've checked myself before I've wrecked myself.)
Without assuming too much about my current relationship (in terms of what is in store for us), I will say that letting Christ lead your time together while dating (and seeking a guy who is willing to step up and guide the relationship while submitting to God) makes a world of difference. The focus becomes learning if you're a good partner for someone else; not finding the right person for you. As broken people, we can't expect perfection. But we do. I certainly did.
It's far easier to pursue being the women I know God is calling me to be (which is quite far removed from the identity I created for myself) when I place my trust in Him. Relationship-wise, that requires trust in my fella, which is much less of a challenge when I place that faith in someone who isn't a bonehead. (Ladies, don't date boneheads.) Trust, we struggle: with each other, with ourselves, with what God expects from us. But the best stuff comes from struggles and changes. My heart didn't soften overnight, and it certainly didn't happen while I was being carried around on a cashmere pillow and fed grapes. (But how rad would that be?)
I don't pretend to be on a steady path to blissful happiness. I am stubborn and prideful as can be, so I expect some loving shakes and sacrifices along the way. But I am immensely thankful for God's intervention in my life, for opening my eyes and finding a home in my heart.
If you look back on some of my older posts about relationships, it should be obvious that a whoooole lot has gone on in my heart. God has been trying to shape this little girl for decades, but I refused to let him in. I refused to let many things in. (As I've shared before, my friends lovingly referred to me as "Alcatraz" because of my complete unwillingness to express emotion or be vulnerable.)
Lock-down notwithstanding, I still managed to get hurt and have my heart broken by boyfriends, friends and even family. I wasn't protecting anything, but rather closing myself off from the offer of His sovereign love, an acceptance of which would free me to approach my relationships accordingly: not treat them as my subject of worship and therefore set myself up for inevitable disappointment. This is not to say that I no longer believe in or have faith in people. Quite the opposite, actually. I'm more open to love and intimacy than I've ever been before.
(Side note: I'm drafting this in Starbucks while listening to Joy Williams's "Speaking a Dead Language" and my eyes are filled with tears. How's that for growth? I'm showing emotion in public, y'all! More importantly, I'm fine with it. It's a joyful experience, truth be told.)
The difference is that I know my identity and my happiness are safely in the hands of a loving, almighty God. I know that people are broken, sinful and feeble. (And, truth be told, I still sometimes lose my focus and misplace my affections.) In spite of this, we can glorify Him by sharing life together, encouraging each other, loving each other and keeping one another accountable.
The article above considers relationships between men and women seeking marriage (or not, in the case of modern dating). I, for years, excluded God from my relationships. Even if we went to church, it was just that: going through the motions to check that item off the list. Can I be all that surprised that I have yet to marry? (I don't bemoan that I'm of a certain age and haven't yet had the privilege of a family and marriage. The desire is definitely there, but I know I am exactly where I am supposed to be. I've checked myself before I've wrecked myself.)
Without assuming too much about my current relationship (in terms of what is in store for us), I will say that letting Christ lead your time together while dating (and seeking a guy who is willing to step up and guide the relationship while submitting to God) makes a world of difference. The focus becomes learning if you're a good partner for someone else; not finding the right person for you. As broken people, we can't expect perfection. But we do. I certainly did.
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It's far easier to pursue being the women I know God is calling me to be (which is quite far removed from the identity I created for myself) when I place my trust in Him. Relationship-wise, that requires trust in my fella, which is much less of a challenge when I place that faith in someone who isn't a bonehead. (Ladies, don't date boneheads.) Trust, we struggle: with each other, with ourselves, with what God expects from us. But the best stuff comes from struggles and changes. My heart didn't soften overnight, and it certainly didn't happen while I was being carried around on a cashmere pillow and fed grapes. (But how rad would that be?)
I don't pretend to be on a steady path to blissful happiness. I am stubborn and prideful as can be, so I expect some loving shakes and sacrifices along the way. But I am immensely thankful for God's intervention in my life, for opening my eyes and finding a home in my heart.
12.23.2011
Christmas Blessings
Though the time has slipped away from me a bit this year, and I don't feel like I got to do everything I had hoped for this season, I am so incredibly thankful for all the memories I have made in the past months. God has blessed my life with the most wonderful, loving, giving people, and I don't take a second of their time or an ounce of their grace for granted. This includes many of you lovely bloggers! Y'all enrich my days, inspire my daydreams, and encourage me as true friends.
Keeping with this week's Christmas Traditions Series, I will share a few of my favorite Christmas customs:
Decorating the Christmas tree can be a pain in the rear, no doubt. But my mom, brother and I tried our best over the years to make it a special occassion. We put on some holiday tunes, poured ourselves an ice cold Coke, warmed up some queso (we classy, y'all), and engaged in playful banter as we assembled the many limbs of our giant tree and struggled to get the lights perfectly distributed. (Watching 3 slightly OCD folks trying to string lights is a sight, let me tell you.) The shenanigans are part of what makes this event so memorable, and the ornaments themselves embody many fond memories and silly inside jokes. (Bobby Digital snowman is one of my faves. Love you, Brov.) Mom's memorial ornament hangs front and center of all of the family's trees, and her love and laughter are still felt year after year.
Though the best holiday moments are spent surrounded by family, I also cherish the quiet times, snuggled up on the couch in a big blankie, watching Christmas movies with my mister, and hearing the fire crackle in the background. I relish that moment when I look around and just sigh, knowing how blessed I am to experience such warmth and joy. My home is truly a retreat for me, and seeing it lit up and decorated with lights and bows is like walking in to a big hug every evening.
Christmas Eve is one of my favorite evenings of the whole year. Not because of the promise of presents the next morning. (Though, trust, my family never lets us down on the present front. They spoil us rotten, naughty little elves!) It is one of the few, treasured days of the year when the whole family gets together, brings delicious appetizers and snacks to our spread, catches up and exchanges gifts. (We draw names now that our family tree has expanded its limbs. I'm so thankful for this generation of kiddos who have breathed new life into our celebrations. And they have bouncy houses at their birthdays. Holla!) We have really pulled each other close (even closer than before) to fill the gap in our hearts, and I could not ask for a more fantastic group of people to proudly call my family.
I pray that you and your family enjoy the weekend ahead and remember all the blessings given to us all. We are loved by the ultimate Father and fortunate beyond measure, wherever life finds you this year. Hold each other close and bask in the love of the season.
Merry Christmas, my dear readers!
Keeping with this week's Christmas Traditions Series, I will share a few of my favorite Christmas customs:
Decorating the Christmas tree can be a pain in the rear, no doubt. But my mom, brother and I tried our best over the years to make it a special occassion. We put on some holiday tunes, poured ourselves an ice cold Coke, warmed up some queso (we classy, y'all), and engaged in playful banter as we assembled the many limbs of our giant tree and struggled to get the lights perfectly distributed. (Watching 3 slightly OCD folks trying to string lights is a sight, let me tell you.) The shenanigans are part of what makes this event so memorable, and the ornaments themselves embody many fond memories and silly inside jokes. (Bobby Digital snowman is one of my faves. Love you, Brov.) Mom's memorial ornament hangs front and center of all of the family's trees, and her love and laughter are still felt year after year.
Though the best holiday moments are spent surrounded by family, I also cherish the quiet times, snuggled up on the couch in a big blankie, watching Christmas movies with my mister, and hearing the fire crackle in the background. I relish that moment when I look around and just sigh, knowing how blessed I am to experience such warmth and joy. My home is truly a retreat for me, and seeing it lit up and decorated with lights and bows is like walking in to a big hug every evening.
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Christmas Eve is one of my favorite evenings of the whole year. Not because of the promise of presents the next morning. (Though, trust, my family never lets us down on the present front. They spoil us rotten, naughty little elves!) It is one of the few, treasured days of the year when the whole family gets together, brings delicious appetizers and snacks to our spread, catches up and exchanges gifts. (We draw names now that our family tree has expanded its limbs. I'm so thankful for this generation of kiddos who have breathed new life into our celebrations. And they have bouncy houses at their birthdays. Holla!) We have really pulled each other close (even closer than before) to fill the gap in our hearts, and I could not ask for a more fantastic group of people to proudly call my family.
I pray that you and your family enjoy the weekend ahead and remember all the blessings given to us all. We are loved by the ultimate Father and fortunate beyond measure, wherever life finds you this year. Hold each other close and bask in the love of the season.
Merry Christmas, my dear readers!
12.22.2011
Guest Blogger Series: Anna's Christmas Traditions
It's day four of my guest blogger series for the holidays! I hope ya'll have enjoyed posts thus far from Stephanie at Big Mario Life and Amanda and Elizabeth at Do I Even Like This? Their stories have been so sweet and remind me exactly why I love this time of year so much. Anna's post today is no exception.
Bloggers like Anna create such a wonderful sense of community within the blogosphere. Her blog, In Honor of Design, is one of my must-reads and reflects so well her great eye(she's a graphic designer), elegant taste, and humble, wonderful heart. (I can imagine she's a fantastic mama.)
I am lucky to come from a family with ten brothers and sisters! We have many traditions and Christmas is now a rare time where we can all be together under one roof. Our Christmas Eve traditions I look forward to year round...and now my husband does too:)
We all dress up and attend Christmas Eve Mass. On the way home we drive through the neighborhood to spot out all the best Christmas lights. As soon as we walk in the door at home, all hands work together to prepare a Christmas Eve feast of our favorite appetizers. We will then gather around the fireplace in the family room and do our annual gift exchange. This is by far has provided my most favorite Christmas memories.
My siblings and I are all very close, and its beautiful to see how each person (now including husbands and a few babies) really makes such an effort to pick the most special gift for the brother or sister whose name they drew that year. It has brought tears to my eyes on numerous occasions. We end the night with carols around the piano and leaving out cookies for St. Nicholas of course;) I am getting excited just thinking about it!
Um, does anyone else want to join Anna's family? Carols around the piano?! Want. (Nevermind the fact that I'd be lip syncing. It's the festive principle!) I am really tight with my sibling too (though there are only two of us), and so appreciate the close bond that I am blessed enough to share with my brother. I know not all family members can forge those relationships, so it's quite a gift to be so connected to your kin. Thanks for this warm story of holiday love, Anna!
Bloggers like Anna create such a wonderful sense of community within the blogosphere. Her blog, In Honor of Design, is one of my must-reads and reflects so well her great eye(she's a graphic designer), elegant taste, and humble, wonderful heart. (I can imagine she's a fantastic mama.)
I am lucky to come from a family with ten brothers and sisters! We have many traditions and Christmas is now a rare time where we can all be together under one roof. Our Christmas Eve traditions I look forward to year round...and now my husband does too:)
We all dress up and attend Christmas Eve Mass. On the way home we drive through the neighborhood to spot out all the best Christmas lights. As soon as we walk in the door at home, all hands work together to prepare a Christmas Eve feast of our favorite appetizers. We will then gather around the fireplace in the family room and do our annual gift exchange. This is by far has provided my most favorite Christmas memories.
My siblings and I are all very close, and its beautiful to see how each person (now including husbands and a few babies) really makes such an effort to pick the most special gift for the brother or sister whose name they drew that year. It has brought tears to my eyes on numerous occasions. We end the night with carols around the piano and leaving out cookies for St. Nicholas of course;) I am getting excited just thinking about it!
Um, does anyone else want to join Anna's family? Carols around the piano?! Want. (Nevermind the fact that I'd be lip syncing. It's the festive principle!) I am really tight with my sibling too (though there are only two of us), and so appreciate the close bond that I am blessed enough to share with my brother. I know not all family members can forge those relationships, so it's quite a gift to be so connected to your kin. Thanks for this warm story of holiday love, Anna!
12.21.2011
Guest Blogger Series: Amanda's Christmas Traditions
It's day three of my guest blogger series for the holidays! Woop! Every day this week I will be featuring one of my favorite gals from the blogosphere to share her own Christmas traditions.
Yesterday you heard from Elizabeth, and today we'll get the scoop from Amanda at Do I Even Like This? These ladies create a dialogue with their posts that is so unique and fun to read. Amanda is a fellow coffee addict and about as interested in adopting new technology as I am. (Page me, girl. I hit you back on my flip phone, yo.)
Tell us a story, A...
Christmas is my absolute favorite time of year and since the hubs and I are a family of two plus dog living away from our families, we’ve worked extra hard to develop some holiday traditions of our own. Here are four of the things that make our Christmases super special.
Christmas Eve is our time to celebrate the holiday together. We make dinner reservations at either a fancy or favorite restaurant, depending on our collective mood, and get prettied up for a very special date night. Since we’ve lived in northerly climates since we’ve been married (6 years!), we nearly always have snow so it feels extra special to take in the sights and lights on our venture to and fro. At home we change into our jammies, exchange gifts, listen to all of our Christmas favorites, sip cocoa and love on our pooch.
One of my personal favorite traditions is sending holiday cards. We do this every year and although the hubs doesn’t relish all that envelope licking, he suffers it quietly for my sake. I think choosing a good Christmas card is such an important task since for so many people it will be the only way in which we’re able to offer a greeting of cheer. This is our first year doing photo cards, something that we had major reservations about but that I always love receiving from others.
A newish tradition for us is Cookie Day with friends. We have a very dear group of friends and so we assemble in some kitchen quite early on a Sunday and bake until our fingers bleed. Well, the ladies do. The men watch football and work diligently as taste testers. All of our friends come from diverse backgrounds and so it becomes something of an international cookie festival. This year everyone got a little over-committed so we’re actually taking a day off from work to make this happen. Talk about commitment to the plan!
Although the memories we create together are fantastic, I still love having a little something special to remember the year by. Yeah, something shiny. Each year we buy an annual ornament from Simon Pearce and have the back of the globe engraved with a word or phrase that reminds us of something special from the year. They usually reference travel but my favorite says “Mr. Ollie Goes To Connecticut” from 2006 when we adopted our pooch and then swiftly whisked him away to the wilds of Fairfield County.
Doesn't her Christmas Eve celebration sound like perfection? That's a tradition that M and I would love. (Noted.) And I totally appreciate the importance with which she considers Christmas cards. (Exhibit A.) Such lovely celebrations and certainly festive! Thanks for inspiration (and mad craving for some cookies right about now), Amanda!
Yesterday you heard from Elizabeth, and today we'll get the scoop from Amanda at Do I Even Like This? These ladies create a dialogue with their posts that is so unique and fun to read. Amanda is a fellow coffee addict and about as interested in adopting new technology as I am. (Page me, girl. I hit you back on my flip phone, yo.)
Tell us a story, A...
Christmas is my absolute favorite time of year and since the hubs and I are a family of two plus dog living away from our families, we’ve worked extra hard to develop some holiday traditions of our own. Here are four of the things that make our Christmases super special.
Christmas Eve is our time to celebrate the holiday together. We make dinner reservations at either a fancy or favorite restaurant, depending on our collective mood, and get prettied up for a very special date night. Since we’ve lived in northerly climates since we’ve been married (6 years!), we nearly always have snow so it feels extra special to take in the sights and lights on our venture to and fro. At home we change into our jammies, exchange gifts, listen to all of our Christmas favorites, sip cocoa and love on our pooch.
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| A view of the Hancock building taken through a veil of Christmas lights. Taken our first Christmas in Chicago. |
One of my personal favorite traditions is sending holiday cards. We do this every year and although the hubs doesn’t relish all that envelope licking, he suffers it quietly for my sake. I think choosing a good Christmas card is such an important task since for so many people it will be the only way in which we’re able to offer a greeting of cheer. This is our first year doing photo cards, something that we had major reservations about but that I always love receiving from others.
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| Our card for this year, ordered from Minted.com with a photo from our Thanksgiving trip to Hawaii. |
A newish tradition for us is Cookie Day with friends. We have a very dear group of friends and so we assemble in some kitchen quite early on a Sunday and bake until our fingers bleed. Well, the ladies do. The men watch football and work diligently as taste testers. All of our friends come from diverse backgrounds and so it becomes something of an international cookie festival. This year everyone got a little over-committed so we’re actually taking a day off from work to make this happen. Talk about commitment to the plan!
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| A sampling of the take from last year’s cookie extravaganza. There were so many more cookies than we could think to consume that we had to package them up to ship away to other friends and family. |
Although the memories we create together are fantastic, I still love having a little something special to remember the year by. Yeah, something shiny. Each year we buy an annual ornament from Simon Pearce and have the back of the globe engraved with a word or phrase that reminds us of something special from the year. They usually reference travel but my favorite says “Mr. Ollie Goes To Connecticut” from 2006 when we adopted our pooch and then swiftly whisked him away to the wilds of Fairfield County.
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| From Simon Pearce website, 2011 Annual Ornament |
Doesn't her Christmas Eve celebration sound like perfection? That's a tradition that M and I would love. (Noted.) And I totally appreciate the importance with which she considers Christmas cards. (Exhibit A.) Such lovely celebrations and certainly festive! Thanks for inspiration (and mad craving for some cookies right about now), Amanda!
12.20.2011
Guest Blogger Series: Elizabeth's Christmas Traditions
Welcome to day two of my guest blogger series for the holidays! I hope you all got a moment to read Stephanie's post yesterday. Every day this week I will be featuring one of my favorite gals from the blogosphere to share their own Christmas traditions.
Today's post comes from Elizabeth at Do I Even Like This? It felt like a homecoming of sorts when I found E and A's blog (stay tuned for Amanda's post tomorrow); they were like the super funny, excellent-taste-having, long-lost friends I'd lost touch with and rediscovered. E also recently relocated to Seattle with her family, which makes her even cooler in my book. (Big ups, Pacific Northwest!)
Take it away, E!
I am very much looking forward to Christmas this year as we will be celebrating it in a new city, Seattle. More importantly we will be spending it with our newest addition, our son Oliver. Having the little guy in our lives has made me think of all the holiday traditions that I grew up with and wish to pass on to him.
I can’t wait to take little Oliver on his first tree expedition. Growing up I remember going out with my dad and finding the best looking tree for our home. It was always such a great adventure no matter the weather. Chris and I seek out a local tree farm and then go on the hunt to find the perfect one. Depending on weather conditions the search may last over an hour or as short as 15 minutes. Cold conditions = Speedy Selection.
This tree pretty much replicates our trees we had growing up down to the multi-colored blinking lights.
A soft little animal and some sweet treats will no doubt be in store for Oliver next year. I think we will use one of his father’s boots for the loot. There is no harm in dreaming big when you're still so tiny.
Some have Miracle on 34th Street or A Christmas Story. We have Elf. Each Christmas Eve Chris and I settle in on the couch with some jazzed up hot chocolate and watch as Buddy the Elf spreads yuletide cheer. I know this seems a bit silly but I love it. Just writing about it has made me grin form ear to ear.
Today's post comes from Elizabeth at Do I Even Like This? It felt like a homecoming of sorts when I found E and A's blog (stay tuned for Amanda's post tomorrow); they were like the super funny, excellent-taste-having, long-lost friends I'd lost touch with and rediscovered. E also recently relocated to Seattle with her family, which makes her even cooler in my book. (Big ups, Pacific Northwest!)
Take it away, E!
I am very much looking forward to Christmas this year as we will be celebrating it in a new city, Seattle. More importantly we will be spending it with our newest addition, our son Oliver. Having the little guy in our lives has made me think of all the holiday traditions that I grew up with and wish to pass on to him.
I can’t wait to take little Oliver on his first tree expedition. Growing up I remember going out with my dad and finding the best looking tree for our home. It was always such a great adventure no matter the weather. Chris and I seek out a local tree farm and then go on the hunt to find the perfect one. Depending on weather conditions the search may last over an hour or as short as 15 minutes. Cold conditions = Speedy Selection.
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| Christmas Tree in 2010 |
This tree pretty much replicates our trees we had growing up down to the multi-colored blinking lights.
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A soft little animal and some sweet treats will no doubt be in store for Oliver next year. I think we will use one of his father’s boots for the loot. There is no harm in dreaming big when you're still so tiny.
Some have Miracle on 34th Street or A Christmas Story. We have Elf. Each Christmas Eve Chris and I settle in on the couch with some jazzed up hot chocolate and watch as Buddy the Elf spreads yuletide cheer. I know this seems a bit silly but I love it. Just writing about it has made me grin form ear to ear.
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Yep, just the three of us and Will Ferrell on Christmas Eve. I love it!
I love me some Elf! It just isn't the holiday season without it! (Or a random Tuesday in July. Or on a handful of weekends in the spring. Or...OK, it's good, clean fun all year 'round, y'all!) Thanks so much for sharing these traditions with us, Elizabeth!
12.19.2011
Guest Blogger Series: Stephanie's Christmas Traditions
Today kicks off the first day of my guest blogger series for the holidays. I asked a handful of my favorite bloggers to share with me their favorite Christmas traditions. This time of year, I struggle with keeping the holiday in perspective and trying not to lose sight of the real celebration: the birth of our savior. I love presents and twinkle lights as much as the next gal, but it's the time spent with family and friends, laughing, worshiping and catching up, that warms my heart so. As wisely stated in one of my favorite rom-coms: "Love actually is all around."
I started following Stephanie at Big Mario Life just a few months ago and was charmed from the get-go. Her posts vacillate between fashion, food, her personal life, her travels and her beautiful photography. I am a huge fan of her Awkward & Awesome Thursday series; these posts make me chuckle (and maybe spit out my coffee) every time.
I started following Stephanie at Big Mario Life just a few months ago and was charmed from the get-go. Her posts vacillate between fashion, food, her personal life, her travels and her beautiful photography. I am a huge fan of her Awkward & Awesome Thursday series; these posts make me chuckle (and maybe spit out my coffee) every time.
Without further ado, I present to y'all Stephanie's Christmas traditions...
Growing up, my family had lots of little Christmas traditions - tamales for dinner on Christmas Eve followed by midnight mass (the only time of year I was allowed to stay up that late!), candy and oranges in our stockings, my Aunt Bertha's celery with pineapple cream cheese and pecans (I know, but it's so good!). The Boyfriend and his family also have their own set of traditions which I have been lucky to take part in over the last three years. But since he and I have big plans to get married and start a family of our own, we decided it was time to have a tradition that was just for us.
We are now adding one new ornament to our tree every year that represents something important to us about that year. Last year was our first with this tradition so we chose an ornament with our initials. This year, we picked something up in Disneyland when we were there celebrating his grandparents' 65th wedding anniversary. While we still take part in our separate family traditions, it's nice to know that we have something all our own. I can't wait to share these ornaments with our kids someday and retell the stories each one represents.
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What a wonderful budding tradition, Stephanie! Meaningful ornaments are the best and such a great way to keep your history and love at the core of your Christmas tree. Thank you so much for sharing with us! Merry Christmas to you, your boyfriend and your families!
12.13.2011
These Are a Few of my Favorite Things...
As much as I adore raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens (and I do!), my taste is generally a bit more pricey and a lot more sentimental. Rather than putting together a wish list this year, I am ruminating on the items already in my possession that still make me feel like it's Christmas morning every time I play with them!
Say what you will about luxury brands, but it means something to me to be able to own a few special pieces from the labels I've adored from afar for many years. I know that my identity is not tied to what brands I wear, and I've never gone into debt over luxury items. I don't take for granted the indulgence of slipping my Burberry cashmere scarf around my neck, or pulling out my LV Zippy Organizer on a daily basis. These items are practical and beautiful, and though I use them regularly (rather than keeping them in a hermetically sealed chamber, for example), I take care of my things so that they last and can be passed on to my super sassy daughter (or nieces, if God graces me with little dudes).
I have probably purchased a dozen bottles of Essie's Ballet Slippers over the years. When it comes to my fair fingers and toes, there is no more perfect color than this. And the image this shade calls to mind makes this former ballerina want to pirouette. Something else that makes me dancey? My cocoa n.a.p. Cuddle Blanket. I keep this super soft blankie folded over my couch, and I'm pretty sure it gets some good cuddles every single day.
Some of my favorite decor pieces are those that have been gifted to me by my terribly cool friends. One of my besties brought me back a beautiful jade owl (with a smaller owl nested within it's intricately carved body) from her honeymoon in Jamaica. This little guy lives in a nesting box in my room, and I think of Aliss every time I see it. I have memories like this scattered all over my apartment, which is one of the reasons I think I love being at home so much. It is littered with love and tokens from my dear friends.
Blah, blah, blah, diamonds are a girl's best friend. I don't like shiny baubles just for the sake of pretty shiny. (Well, OK, maybe a wee bit.) But among my favorite items within my jewelery box are my mom's pearl earrings and the diamond ring she bought for me when I turned 21. She wore those earrings when she married my dad, and I just love the simple elegance of them. I absolutely adore her wedding ring from Pops, but that's not for playing with just yet. Jewelery is special and timeless, but it is the memories attached to those pieces that make them absolutely priceless.
What are some of your favorite things?
Say what you will about luxury brands, but it means something to me to be able to own a few special pieces from the labels I've adored from afar for many years. I know that my identity is not tied to what brands I wear, and I've never gone into debt over luxury items. I don't take for granted the indulgence of slipping my Burberry cashmere scarf around my neck, or pulling out my LV Zippy Organizer on a daily basis. These items are practical and beautiful, and though I use them regularly (rather than keeping them in a hermetically sealed chamber, for example), I take care of my things so that they last and can be passed on to my super sassy daughter (or nieces, if God graces me with little dudes).
I have probably purchased a dozen bottles of Essie's Ballet Slippers over the years. When it comes to my fair fingers and toes, there is no more perfect color than this. And the image this shade calls to mind makes this former ballerina want to pirouette. Something else that makes me dancey? My cocoa n.a.p. Cuddle Blanket. I keep this super soft blankie folded over my couch, and I'm pretty sure it gets some good cuddles every single day.
Some of my favorite decor pieces are those that have been gifted to me by my terribly cool friends. One of my besties brought me back a beautiful jade owl (with a smaller owl nested within it's intricately carved body) from her honeymoon in Jamaica. This little guy lives in a nesting box in my room, and I think of Aliss every time I see it. I have memories like this scattered all over my apartment, which is one of the reasons I think I love being at home so much. It is littered with love and tokens from my dear friends.
Blah, blah, blah, diamonds are a girl's best friend. I don't like shiny baubles just for the sake of pretty shiny. (Well, OK, maybe a wee bit.) But among my favorite items within my jewelery box are my mom's pearl earrings and the diamond ring she bought for me when I turned 21. She wore those earrings when she married my dad, and I just love the simple elegance of them. I absolutely adore her wedding ring from Pops, but that's not for playing with just yet. Jewelery is special and timeless, but it is the memories attached to those pieces that make them absolutely priceless.
What are some of your favorite things?
12.02.2011
Friday, I'm in Love, v.9
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I have never really been all that big on cinnamon (the flavor or the scent). But ever since curiously witnessing M couple cinnamon and coffee, I have been hooked on this comforting combo. My Taste of Austin blend just isn't the same without it.
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Without getting too personal or heavy on this Friday post, I will simply state that my dad and I are finally, as adults, really forging a proper relationship. I hadn't spoken to him in the last two months, for no particular reason, and I finally dropped my stubborn pride and sought him out yesterday. It was so nice to just pick up where we left off and not have to hash out and whine and pout. I'm so thankful for grace. Whether you're giving or receiving this gift, it's absolutely beautiful.
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The last few days in North Texas have been overcast and cooler, weather that absolutely begs for a nice evening fire. I'm still pretty clueless when it comes to building one (apparently not everything that can burn should be used as kindling...now you know), so M takes care of business while I cuddle up in jammies and stare mesmerized at the flames.
What's keeping you cozy this week, dear readers?
11.28.2011
Puppy Love
My dear friends called yesterday to inform me that their sweet pup, Cowboy, had passed away suddenly while playing outside. This dog was something else, let me tell you. He was born on my birthday, so you know he's a special kind of awesome. I spent a good amount of time with him while he was young, staying over to care for him while his folks travelled and snuggling up on the couch when he'd stay still long enough. His personality was one-of-a-kind. And his ears...a true Cow' signature.
Dogs are such wonderful friends and God designed them to so intuitively understand man unlike any other creature. They love unconditionally, despite our moods, frustrations and selfishness at times. Just try to feel down when you see those sweet big eyes and that wagging tail come your way!
Love on your furry babies, folks. Even when they're being all kinds of naughty and driving you up the wall. You'll probably miss those crazy moments the most when they're gone.
Dogs are such wonderful friends and God designed them to so intuitively understand man unlike any other creature. They love unconditionally, despite our moods, frustrations and selfishness at times. Just try to feel down when you see those sweet big eyes and that wagging tail come your way!
Love on your furry babies, folks. Even when they're being all kinds of naughty and driving you up the wall. You'll probably miss those crazy moments the most when they're gone.
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| R.I.P. Cowboy 1/11/2011 - 11/27/2011 |
11.21.2011
Follow the Leader
Growing up, nothing could get me riled up more quickly than someone (wisely) advising me to reconsider my fierce independence (-slash-borderline-man-hating). I was raised by a super strong mama and a not-so-involved dad, and gathered from the feminist literature in which I immersed myself that to be intelligent and successful, I needed to embrace being single or at least ensure I was wearing the proverbial pants.
Oh, Natty. ((Pats teenage self on the head.))
I am not, for the record, blaming feminist literature nor my parents for these beliefs. Rather, I wish I had recognized and sought godly women to teach me what it meant to be a stand-up gal and how to look for an equally-stand-up guy. I was going at it blindly and making all the wrong assumptions. But I don't think this is unique to my nuclear family. How many of us find ourselves without a paradigm, without a "good" example of a positive, healthy, loving relationship to emulate (or at least think we are without such an example because of pre-conceived notions of what this should look like)? We're a very unique generation, certain that our parents were wrong, yet ingrained with many of the same attitudes that resulted in whatever dysfunction we know of as "marriage."
Thankfully, my heart and my head have been shaped to understand the marriage relationship in a completely different way than I ever before considered. During an 8-week seminary course (a Titus 2 study) at a phenomenal church I attended while living in Austin, I learned more about what it really means to be a woman--and what that means to my relationships--than I had in 29 years of barging my way through what I assumed was true womanhood. (I come from a nuclear family that positively associates loudness with rightness.)
For the first time, I understood the importance of seeking a godly man, and am now experiencing the absolute joy of partnering with such a fella. Truth, it's not always rainbows and sunshine, and I'm going to be challenged. But I don't expect nor want it to be "Yes, dear" all the live long day. I want to be led and know that I must be trusting and willing to follow in order to facilitate leadership. There's just no way around it. I want to change and grow, and that certainly doesn't always happen gracefully. (I won't even tell you how ugly was the process that got me to this point, but let's just say the levels of hot mess have been epic and sad.)
My journey of growth and understanding are far from over. (Thank you, God!) But I am so thankful to have made enough headway to appreciate the leadership qualities in my honey and to respond accordingly to such love and conviction. I can't wait to see where God leads us next!
Oh, Natty. ((Pats teenage self on the head.))
I am not, for the record, blaming feminist literature nor my parents for these beliefs. Rather, I wish I had recognized and sought godly women to teach me what it meant to be a stand-up gal and how to look for an equally-stand-up guy. I was going at it blindly and making all the wrong assumptions. But I don't think this is unique to my nuclear family. How many of us find ourselves without a paradigm, without a "good" example of a positive, healthy, loving relationship to emulate (or at least think we are without such an example because of pre-conceived notions of what this should look like)? We're a very unique generation, certain that our parents were wrong, yet ingrained with many of the same attitudes that resulted in whatever dysfunction we know of as "marriage."
Thankfully, my heart and my head have been shaped to understand the marriage relationship in a completely different way than I ever before considered. During an 8-week seminary course (a Titus 2 study) at a phenomenal church I attended while living in Austin, I learned more about what it really means to be a woman--and what that means to my relationships--than I had in 29 years of barging my way through what I assumed was true womanhood. (I come from a nuclear family that positively associates loudness with rightness.)
For the first time, I understood the importance of seeking a godly man, and am now experiencing the absolute joy of partnering with such a fella. Truth, it's not always rainbows and sunshine, and I'm going to be challenged. But I don't expect nor want it to be "Yes, dear" all the live long day. I want to be led and know that I must be trusting and willing to follow in order to facilitate leadership. There's just no way around it. I want to change and grow, and that certainly doesn't always happen gracefully. (I won't even tell you how ugly was the process that got me to this point, but let's just say the levels of hot mess have been epic and sad.)
My journey of growth and understanding are far from over. (Thank you, God!) But I am so thankful to have made enough headway to appreciate the leadership qualities in my honey and to respond accordingly to such love and conviction. I can't wait to see where God leads us next!
11.07.2011
The Allure of the Inner Circle
M and I visited a new church this weekend as we continue our quest to find a church family. The sermon centered on passages from Ephesians, and his analysis of Eph. 1:4-14 stirred me up, particularly when he made the point that we, in Christ, are part of the ultimate inner circle. He contrasted this to the Earthly inner circles we seek and how much stock we often put into belonging (or not belonging).
I felt so convicted by this as I stuggle a lot with trying to fit in and caring about the impression I give off to others. And I'm not talking about hoping others will notice my attitude and love and recognize it for His praise. (Though that is a real hope of mine.) Rather, I concern myself with superficial stuff: what people think about how I dress, what I eat, how well manicured I am, etc. The ironic part is that I tend to most admire (and develop little girl crushes on) gals who have their very own style and swagger. My closest friends are very unique in their personal style and how they live their lives, and I think they're the bee's knees! Yet I have this goofy tendency to adopt whatever I like about someone else's style, exactly as I see it.
I'm reminded of a fitting quote, which Debby over at Inspired Design posted the other day:
Pastor Ted mentioned gossip as one of the ways we try to access the inner circles we seek. We desire to be "in the know," or we want to bring the goods when it comes to a juicy tidbit about someone else. Why do we do this? I frustrate myself, I tell ya! I am particularly bad about jumping on the bandwagon when it comes to hearing a grievance about/toward another. Rather than weigh my words, offer unbiased support, or even venture to present a gracious, alternative way to look at the situation, I get all up in arms. And about something I know nothing about, save for the one-sided story that has been shared with me! I fiercly love my friends and family, but that doesn't have to mean they are always right and that I should assume such.
I'm always thankful for reminders to check myself before I wreck myself, particularly when they come from a place of love and grace.
I felt so convicted by this as I stuggle a lot with trying to fit in and caring about the impression I give off to others. And I'm not talking about hoping others will notice my attitude and love and recognize it for His praise. (Though that is a real hope of mine.) Rather, I concern myself with superficial stuff: what people think about how I dress, what I eat, how well manicured I am, etc. The ironic part is that I tend to most admire (and develop little girl crushes on) gals who have their very own style and swagger. My closest friends are very unique in their personal style and how they live their lives, and I think they're the bee's knees! Yet I have this goofy tendency to adopt whatever I like about someone else's style, exactly as I see it.
I'm reminded of a fitting quote, which Debby over at Inspired Design posted the other day:
"Always be a first rate version of yourself and not a second rate version of someone else. " ~ Judy Garland
Pastor Ted mentioned gossip as one of the ways we try to access the inner circles we seek. We desire to be "in the know," or we want to bring the goods when it comes to a juicy tidbit about someone else. Why do we do this? I frustrate myself, I tell ya! I am particularly bad about jumping on the bandwagon when it comes to hearing a grievance about/toward another. Rather than weigh my words, offer unbiased support, or even venture to present a gracious, alternative way to look at the situation, I get all up in arms. And about something I know nothing about, save for the one-sided story that has been shared with me! I fiercly love my friends and family, but that doesn't have to mean they are always right and that I should assume such.
I'm always thankful for reminders to check myself before I wreck myself, particularly when they come from a place of love and grace.
10.25.2011
My Weekend New England Getaway
I travelled to beautiful New England over the weekend to attend the Christening of my precious niece, Alicia Rae. I have been slacking on my aunt duties as Alicia is nearly ten months old and I had still yet to make it out there. But that has now been remedied. And I am officially obsessed with that baby.
Missing y'all much, Sissy and fam! xoxo
The views en route to Boston airport were lovely and made the 5:00AM flight totally worth it. Watching the sunrise from 35,000 feet? Good stuff.
Seriously? New Hampshire is a special kind of beautiful. As if I don't already pine enough for proper seasons and mature trees as far as the eye can see, I get this breathtaking sight within hours of arriving in Londonderry.
On Sunday morning, I asked my brother-in-law where the nearest Starbucks was. He laughed at me. The northeast is Dunkin' Land, and I must say I was quite pleased with my morning cup o' joe. And the chocolate cake donut. Hey, I was on vacation!
The Christening was beautiful and I'm so honored that I was invited to be present on Alicia's special day. The deacon reminded us all of the crutial role of family in guiding children to the Lord, which made me appreciate my relationship with my sister and her sweet baby girl even more. Not to mention, my brother-in-law's adorable Italian family welcomed me with open arms. (This was my first time meeting them.) It's such a gift that "step-" and "-in-law" don't really mean much in our family. Love and heckling abound in excess.
My Monday morning view. I get it, New England, you're silly beautiful and make magic in my heart!
Saying goodbye to this little lady was not easy. I am head over heels in love. She has shaped me more than I could have imagined, and I pray that I can be the Aunt she and her wonderful family deserves. I can't wait to visit again!
Missing y'all much, Sissy and fam! xoxo
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