tuesday favorites

Because I’m working on this book, most of my writing energy goes into that. And so the blog gets the weary, wrung-out inspiration. Maybe I’m stating that which is painfully obvious.

There is so much I have learned over the past five months while writing this book, so much I want to share here. But there are rules in publishing, so I’m not really free to post much of what I’ve written. Still, I’m getting excited about the way it is coming to life. I hope you think so, too.

Anyway, since I am feeling a bit stifled here lately, I have to tell you that I spent some time yesterday reading a lot of your Tuesday posts. What a delight. You take my breath away. Really. Don’t believe me? Well, while Emily is using all her writing energy up writing in Microsoft Word in a dark corner of Panera on work that will not be available until the Summer of 2011, allow me to introduce you to some of my favorite Tuesday entries this week:

My Town by Graceful

I Get Funny Looks by Finding Serendipity

The Grace of a Normal Day by Billy Coffey

Of Bath Towels and Burritos by Gypsy Mama

Told ya.

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.

peace, wild and fierce

While I worked last week, I sat with my journal open to this page. It takes a bit more effort to let anxiety rule with all her crazy haste when I have this staring me down.

I’ve been thinking about peace a lot lately, about what it is and what it isn’t. I love what my sweet friend Holley Gerth says about the peace she received after her battle through infertility.

It’s not the pansy, pie-in-the-sky, life-is-perfect peace. No, this is the kind of peace that comes after war. It’s the hard-won, show-you-my-scars, didn’t-think-I’d-live-to-tell-about-it, peace. It’s not gentle—it’s wild, fierce, and I’m not giving it up, not ever, because I paid too high a price to get it.

That’s the kind of peace that sinks down deep into your bones. Sometimes I think I’ve experienced this Jesus peace, but other times I wonder if I’ve stayed too safe in life to even recognize my need for it. I love Holley for so many reasons, but I especially love her for putting this one into words.

**Holley is the co-founder of (in)courage and the author of a lovely devotional, Rain on Me. If you would like to read Holley’s words on a regular basis, visit her blog.

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