another tuesday gift

vacation

A thousand words aren’t nearly enough to tell you what this picture means to me. I know it looks like a sweaty, watered-down pink lemonade and a blurry salad, but to me it means 10 years worth of summers on Hilton Head Island. So even though my head has leftover fog from real life back home still swirling and smoking and clouding the view, I am purposing to remain in this moment, the one I’ll be wishing for in about two weeks while standing knee deep in laundry. What moments are you choosing to live to the hilt? Share them with us by linking up below and let’s unwrap our Tuesday together.

summer fiction

A few weeks ago, The Man and I took the kids up to Blowing Rock for the weekend just because. We don’t take many just because trips, so that makes it special. I left the laptop at home and ate lots of ice cream and did lots of swinging with my shoes off.

stories

And? I read a whole book. The book was Daisy Chain by Mary DeMuth and I loved it. Mary is gonna be at She Speaks in July and my very crafty plan is to corner her and casually ask her about the next book in the series, the one that isn’t out yet. I look so forward to that very awesome conversation that will go exactly as I plan. Anyway, it was the first fiction book I had read in a while and it made me remember how much I love to read stories.

It also opened my eyes to the fact that, though I’ve been doing lots of writing, I haven’t been reading so much lately. And I miss it. I miss characters and plot and a story I can jump into and get lost in after the kids go to bed. So I need your help. I know it is a really subjective thing and what you love may not be what I love, but I’m gonna walk on the wild side and take a risk here. Will you give me some ideas and tell me what is your favorite fiction book? I am giving you no guidelines and I know that is difficult for some of you. But just go with your gut. I need a good read and I can’t wait to hear what you have to say!

labor and spin

Oh, to be a bird of the air or flower of the field with no capacity to labor or spin. They simply live and move in the midst of their Creator, they grow and build and do as they were made to do. But I have choices to make and a will to contend with. Standing at the cross-roads of fear and life, I have to choose life with every step or worry will grow up like a tangled weed and consume all signs of hope.

straw flower

Sometimes it’s the big things like you might think, like big dreams and small faith rubbing against each other in my heart. Other times it is in the small things, where fear and worry try to creep in among the happy chatter of the everyday. Either way, I am reminded of those birds of the air who do not store away in barns, yet their Heavenly Father feeds them. Or the lilies of the field who grow in spite of their lack of labor.

“Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to her life?” Matthew 6:27

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