I currently have 8 unfinished blog drafts... This month's blog: Stop Hiding in Community- it's about creating fruitful rhythms even if you don't feel like it. Ironically, I didn't feel like posting that blog...
I've been exploring the meaning of rest and self-care. I actually had someomone this week hold me like a baby and pray over me (essential oils included) -- I was shocked. I realized I don't know how to be taken care of, or accept help, or rest at all without feeling guilty. So, in honor of rest and restful things: here are a few things I am loving right now--one for every unfinished blog.
Whoever says this is not cool is false. My baby sister made me take 15 minutes to myself this week and it was the most relaxing minutes of my world. Y'all, take a bath.
This is my mug. It's a long story, but it reminds me of my dreams and those seedlings God has placed in my heart. I see it in the morning and think "this is only the beginning". It's not scary for a few seconds... I'm not alone, I'm not crazy, but right now I am here and today's going to be a great day.
My home. My space for prayer, tears, laughter, cooking, yoga... That huge tv... Yeah, it broke after we dedicated this space to prayer and then we were "accidentally" watching tv all the time. It actually broke. No more Gilmore Girls.
I don't care. It's not gloomy, it doesn't make me sleepy--- it's PURE JOY. I don't know why. I screamed every word to Adele's [insert Adele song here] while sitting in traffic in a flood-y mess. Glorious.
Its a salad bowl. But it's a TRAVELING salad bowl that collapses when there is nothing in it! I love it and I love the spork it comes with and my salads are on point now.
all of these.
So my guilty pleasure right now is snickering alone in every place that looks like this... Hallmark, Book People, Hobby Lobby, HEB. I do not discriminate. I love them all.
This is called sleeping in. When I can, I do. It's free and you can't find it on Amazon. You should try it.
These are my people. They handle me. They've seen me in dark places and bright beautiful ones and I really really love them. Thank you God for these hearts.
Happy stories, sad stories, dramatic, sorrowful, and joyous stories- every story is a love story... and here are some of mine.