I write because it’s how I process — that’s how this all began, really. I have a ridiculous stack of journals next to my bed, recordings of day after day of prayers and thoughts and Bible study and just life. This is just a more processed version of that, with a bit more of a “family scrapbook” flavor to it. Because if I didn’t have those or this, my head would be a jumble of half-baked meditations that never quite made it to clear thought.
And also, I’m so forgetful. Writing things means there’s a fighting chance I’ll remember it — even if only because I can go back and read again and say, Oh wow, God spoke that to me?
That’s what I did yesterday: went back and read everything I wrote here in 2019. These are my top 7 thoughts I don’t want to lose track of.
small things, done well: when the mailman challenged me to come higher.
power of thanks: our perspective changes everything.
motherhood: seeing worth: the value isn’t in the fact that they’re mine, but that they’re His — a truth that applies to every person we encounter.
anchored hopes: we don’t have to wait for stars to align. He can be our hope.
beatrice + becoming a mother: I am a mother. What kind will I be?
time + tending: We don’t have forever. We have today.
wholecloth faith: these days all matter.