singing on a tuesday

It was a rare moment of him being cute combined with me saying yes. He isn’t always allowed to stretch out on top of the dining room table and sing. But he also won’t always be three. And so instead of moving him along, I sat down and watched. And of course, snapped a picture.

Have you sat down and watched lately? Are there moments passing you by that might be better enjoyed from a sit-down position rather than a rush-around huff? If so, take a moment to share them with us by linking to the permalink of your unwrapped post. I feel like I say this all the time, but I have found some of my favorite blogs by browsing the links on Tuesdays. I encourage you to at least visit the links above and below yours to see what I’m talking about.

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how the nester helped me see

This weekend, I was able to spend some time at my sister’s house with some friends, including Stephanie from (in)courage. This would be an appropriate place to put a picture of us, but I only took one and it was super blurry. Besides, when you are at The Nester’s house, it’s hard to take photos of people.

the nester's house

I tend to take photos of stuff like this. Because, hello? How cute. While chatting with Stephanie, she asked me if I am ever intimidated by the fact that my sister is The Nester, and whether or not that makes it hard for me to measure up in my own house.

People actually ask me this question a lot, so I thought it might be helpful to answer it here. As you know, my sister hasn’t always been The Nester. But she has always, always nested. And she’s always been creative, brave and free when it comes to crafting house into home. When I got married nearly nine years ago, I thought those instincts might kick in with me as well. They did not. In fact, the exact opposite happened with me. I became a ball of insecurity, not necessarily in comparison with my sister, more because I lacked confidence in my own taste or ability. I didn’t have that same sense of freedom.

Where my sister would paint a wall, hate it, repaint it, hate it, repaint it, and change her mind, I would leave it white and worry. Afraid to try. Afraid to fail. Afraid. Over the years, she has helped me to know how to think about my house, to not let fear be a motivator, and to give myself permission to fail.

“Is your home a place to be or a place to be careful. If you can’t make a mistake at home then where can you try out something new? If you are determined to worry about something, worry about cancer or a meteorite hitting the earth or the end of the world. DO NOT worry about paint colors.”

~The Nester

You have to admit, she makes a great point. Because the truth is, there is an uncanny parallel between how we approach our home and how we approach our life. The heavy, hovering cloud of fear does not discriminate. If we let it, it will overwhelm all areas of our life, from cancer to curtains. So to answer Stephanie’s question: No, I am not intimidated by the fact that my sister is The Nester. If you have met her, you will I’m sure agree that she is simply not an intimidating person. But there have been times where I was envious of her freedom. I wondered why I couldn’t just let go and live in my home and feel free to make it rather than letting it undo me.

I sincerely hope this doesn’t sound too cheesy or dramatic but I’m going to say it anyway. I credit my sister for ushering me into a place of healing and freedom when it comes to expressing myself in my home. I now feel fairly confident in my own taste and style, and it isn’t because she told me what to like or because I copy her. It is because she has encouraged me to try, play, mess up, have fun and try again. I would do well to apply that same philosophy to the way I live my life.

he reads, she reads

My creation

W
e like books. We have stacks this high on our bedside tables. Part of that is because we read, but another part of that is because we don’t read. As in, we start but we don’t finish. He never reads fiction. As in, never. No time, ever does he read fiction. He loves story, but not a whole book of it.

I read non-fiction, but never one at a time. A chapter of this one, a paragraph of that one. I’m sort of non-committal when it comes to non-fiction. Which, as I think of it now, doesn’t bode well for me since I’m writing a non-fiction book. Because fiction? I love fiction. A good fiction book is like a secret addiction. I can’t just read a little bit every night before I go to bed. I have to read it every free minute until I’m finished. I don’t read fiction very often. It isn’t good for my marriage. (Do you think I can say ‘fiction’ one more time in this post? Fiction?)

What about you? Do you read mainly fiction? Non-fiction? People magazine? The back of the cereal box? Do tell.

home is . . .

The Man told me to stay in the bed, as the kids wanted to bring me a surprise. I could hear them downstairs, clanging the pans, arguing over who got to carry what, the not-so-quiet giggles in the hallway.

mother's day

Secretly, I don’t like breakfast in bed because I feel helpless when I’m eating it, like maybe I’m sick or something. Not to mention the crumb-in-the-sheets risk. But this time it was okay because it was their idea, and all those dark brown eyes staring up at me, wishing me a Happy Day, loving me with their artwork and handpicked flowers (and begging for my donut); they made it worth it, lovely and sweet. Home is letting them show their love in their own kind of way and receiving it with grace and gratitude.

This post is shared today with Sandy’s weekly Home Is… series.

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tuesdays unwrapped

Every time I visit there, I try to guess the writing voice before getting to the bio at the end. Some things give it away, like Ann always uses a blue drop cap and words heavy with grace; Amber’s voice drips with imagery and honest metaphor; Holley speaks like a kindred spirit; Annie tells it like it is, honest and brave; and my sister, when she writes in this space, speaks with the same fun spirit as she does at her place, but we get to see a little different side of her here.
(in)courage party

photo taken at the (in)courage party at BlissDom ’10

There are so many more of them, the women who write for (in)courage. They are a gift to me. I hope to you as well. Do you have a gift to notice and unwrap today? Join us by adding the permalink to your unwrapped post. And please either grab the button or link back here so your readers can join in as well, if they would like.

I am also writing at (in)courage today.

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on having the time

He gave me some time to write in the morning. The girls were at school and he took our son to the museum. The quiet house was perfect for lots of work to be done.  I opted to sit instead. Lately it takes more effort to sit than it does to do stuff.

I took my coffee outside in our backyard and my Bible too, though I didn’t read it much. Sometimes even though it seems better for the deadline for you to be productive, it’s better for the soul for you to be still. And in a round-about way, the deadline ends up being better off for it, too.

on finding each other

Since the blog re-design, I have been lazy about updating the pages at the top. But I have finally started working on adding back some of my favorite links. (An update on ‘the books’ and a new ‘about’ page are in the works).

I know that I tend to find my favorite blogs from the blogs of my other favorite blogs. On my last post, I mentioned how my blog is pretty much un-Googleable. And many of you mentioned how yours is as well. That means the only way for you to connect with each other is through each other. It isn’t finished yet, but you can find some of my favorite blog writers, photographers, home bloggers, mamas and truth tellers under ‘featured’ at the top of this page. I wanted a place where I could put events that were coming up as well as other blogs I love. Featured was the word we came up with for that. Let me know if you have any better ideas.

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