A joy in starting my new job has been placing more importance on how I begin my day. My job starts earlier than the last, and the commute is longer, which has enforced a better sleep pattern and spending my time more wisely. But I have also found that the quality of my morning is … Continue reading To Start the Day
I started the year in one house, one job, one church, and I’m ending the year with new ones. My last day at my old job was the Friday before Christmas, and I begin the new next week. I feel mostly ready, but of course there are always the nerves at what is unknown. But … Continue reading That Time Again
This past week, I have intentionally chosen silence over noise. To be alone with God instead of filling every pause with something to watch or something to listen to. I have been convicted to fast from watching tv, at least during the week. I’m not sure how long I will do this for, but I’m … Continue reading On Fasting and Finding Silence
Some time has passed since I last wrote. I turned twenty seven. I made pumpkin soup. I like winter because it is quiet. While it is in a sense a grand death, it is also subtle. It doesn’t draw attention to itself but slowly falls over the land. It reminds me that to grow is … Continue reading The Losses of Winter
I once read that no story should begin with the weather. Apparently it’s boring and usually has no further significance. Today, it is cloudy. Still warm, but with most of the doors and windows open, a breeze is pulling through my home. After I finished my quiet time and had put on my second load … Continue reading Amidst the Waiting
I opened a small notebook this morning, A5 with a pretty floral cover. It had been sitting on my bookshelf since I moved in fifteen months ago, wedged amongst Christian non-fiction. Some pages fell out. I had forgotten they existed. During the height of Covid, when I wasn’t working and things felt impossible, I did … Continue reading Seeking and Finding
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