Any guesses of where? (Hint: it’s one of my favorite places on the planet 🌎🌲) • That aside, this post is a little announcement that I’m not going to be on here for a couple weeks. I’m off to #realmmakers2018 (!!!) and am driving there (it’s a long way 😂) so I won’t have much internet. But I’m SUPER pumped for the trip and the actual conference!!! • • I hope you all are having a great summer, and I’ll catch up with you in a couple weeks! 💚
Happy Independence Day!!! ❤️💟💙 🇺🇸 🇺🇸 🇺🇸 🇺🇸
sometimes i do not know myself something comes out that is unfamiliar yet i know it achingly because it is me fully me not brokenly me it is the courage joy and humor the tangle of laughter and creativity and seriousness mixed with compassion and wonder paired with content that makes up the strands of life woven into my soul the day He breathed it into being sometimes i blow it off thinking i am only happy right now but weren't humans made to be truly happy? am i not who i am when i am fully happy joyful in Him as i was made to be? how i wish every day i could be me * “I said to the almond tree, 'Sister, speak to me of God.' And the almond tree blossomed.” ~ Nikos Kazantzakis
A lot of artists can say that their art is like breathing to them. It's the inhale and exhale of the soul splashed across a page of lines, canvas, or air. It's the beauty and brokenness of a soul thrown into the universe for all to see, for some to hate and others to love, but especially for those who understand. . It's risky. But it's beautiful, and it's powerful. It can change lives. So why do we keep it locked up inside so often? We can't live without breathing, and neither can our creativity. . So let your soul breathe today. Write. Draw. Sing. Paint your soul in whatever way you do, even if you're the only one who sees it. God gave you that passion for a reason, and letting it out brings you a step closer to who He made you to be. * * Happy SUMMER (a day late) featuring my new business cards. 💚 . What sort of artist are you?
“What do you want to do with your life?” . “I don’t know. How can I choose what the rest of my life will look like when I don’t know what will happen in ten years, five years, one year, one month, one week, and even where I’ll be at the end of today?” . “Just choose something.” . “Yet how can I choose only one thing when every possibility—and there are a lot of possibilities—will take me someplace different? And I’m not even sure where a majority of them will take me.” . “Ask God.” . “I did. But He didn’t tell me where to go.” . “But what did He say?” . “Nothing. I just looked around in the silence and saw the ocean and the sky and the birds huddled in the bushes above the cliffs and the word GOODNESS came to mind. And I suddenly realized who made me and the world and made all these trails and brought me to them. I saw that He got me here somehow, so He wouldn’t take me this far just to leave me.” • “And behold, I am with you always, until the end of the age.” •
Something about the ocean just makes me happy 🐬🌊 . Well, I’ve done a great job keeping up on my instagram this month 😜 Life took over, as it often does, and while it’s definitely been crazy, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I always need a reminder that life happens away from my writing, and it’s those things that give me the inspiration to write. There’s something especially beautiful about the little moments of silence—no phones, computers, cars, or even books: just the silence speaking to your heart. . . P.S. Keep an eye out for a blog post tomorrow and check my story for a writing update. Love you all! 💕
“It was 2pm. We had fifteen minutes before we had to go or we were in for a parking ticket. I had a writing project with a deadline waiting at home and had to leave for church in a few hours, but part of me wanted to stay out forever, wandering this city I'd come to call home. • The park wasn't busy; everyone was down by the water. My mom and I walked down the paths as they blazed concrete rivers through the grass. We were talking about something deep or random, probably both, and I was trying to imagine what this place was like when my parents came here before I was born. • Ten minutes left. We walked past the bungalows perched on the cliff, stopping as the path ended. I perched on a rock, swiping through the pictures I'd just taken: blue skies and vibrant flowers that looked dull when I wasn't seeing them in real time. I stuffed my phone back in my pocket and stared down at the aqua blue waves as they curled over and shattered into white foam. The sweet scent of the railroad ties baking in the sun right down below whisked me back to my childhood, then hurled me into the future -- what I would be doing this summer, next fall, next year, next five years. My mind started to spin, and I wished everything were as simple to figure out as this moment: making sure we got back to the car before our time was up. I suddenly wondered what would happen if we lived in now instead of tomorrow or yesterday. • A chickadee swooped overhead, landing on one of the flowers. I paused a moment, then smiled at it and stood up, fishing the keys out of my purse.” • Reflections of a human being who woke up with a really stiff neck thanks to stress, aka me 😜 Living one moment at a time is a beautiful thing. Happy Friday, friends 💚
Hello Instagram friends! I return from my hiatus 😁 I have a bunch of writing updates that I might do a story on soon, and I’ll be back to blogging this Saturday. . And be prepared for lots of cloud and flower pictures on here 😉 . I’ve missed you all! What have you been up to? I’d love to chat in the comments section! 💕🌸🌱