Friday, May 1, 2015
Dear imperfections, I'm falling more in love with you all the time. You're the sweet spot in my heart. Dear red skirt, you make a girl twirl. Dear city group girls, curling up with all of you to discuss life is always a highlight of my week. Dear J, you're still my favorite. Dear grads, so glad that we could all share the last two years with you. Go be great professionals! Dear weekend, I'm coming for you and the mac and cheese that you hold.
Friday, April 3, 2015
Dear Florida, your water brings peace to my soul. Grateful for your waterways and paths to walk alongside the waves. Dear comfy couch, you are far from pretty but your cushions provide a great place to rest and I'm glad to have spent some minutes with you this week. Dear attempted bike ride, we will meet again, but glad the goal of you provided a lovely walk while the sun was setting and the sky was bright pink, like cotton candy. Dear God, I cannot comprehend the depths of your love for all of us. My understanding seems to only touch the surface of all that you are. Thank you for the ultimate sacrifice of your son so that we could know your mercy, steadfast love, and faithfulness.
Friday, March 27, 2015
Dear books, I adore your pages and taking in all of your words. Time spent with you is never wasted. Dear Miss B, thank you for creating a safe space for me to unpack my heart and understand it a bit more. Dear Lauralee and Angie, thankful for a friendship with you that continues to grow as we walk alongside one another in this life. Dear dreamer, take responsibility for those desires and big ideas. Trust the wisdom and understanding you've been given to shepherd them. Dear J, thank you for sharing a walk with me and the space to talk through so many of the things we are learning. Dear bravery, you are a gift that is given to us and while we don't always know why or understand you, I'm sure glad you keep showing up. Dear D & K, I'm grateful that I get to love you, know you and be your sister.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
I never really bought into fairy tales as a little girl, I gravitated more towards complicated stories that were messy and imperfect, because I already knew that is how love would look sometimes. If I wrote a fairy tale though, it would probably be a lot like Beauty and the Beast because there are books, and dancing, and she is a little strong willed. Mostly... because of the dancing!
Dancing connects to me in a way I don't quite understand. When the movement begins, my mind stops working so hard. I've been dancing my way through the good and challenging in life for quite some time now, dreaming of that one who is always going to find their way to the dance floor with me.
I read a blog post by Hannah Brencher, that just wrecked me. Like, I read it several times while tears rolled down my face. Not a pretty cry. Like real big tears that blocked my view of the screen, made my nose runny, and laughter come out (a sign of my big cry). Some words just do that to you. You read them thinking, someone captured my heart right there in those words.
I've been pretty dedicated to growing and developing these past few months. Not like I want to get through this moment and then I'll think about what I learned later. No, not like that. A lot like, I am going to pursue wisdom and understanding in places that make me incredibly scared, joyful, and vulnerable in ways that I don't even want to be with myself. I've been praying, A LOT. And growing, A LOT.
There are moments when I want to rest, like this week, when I don't want to pray, or read, or write, because I know there is going to be something in it that I don't feel ready for. Even the good, this week. I am not even certain I am ready for that. In those moments of just not wanting to be vulnerable, my armor comes out. Now I know what it looks like when I fall to that, but I didn't fight it at first. I let it come over me until I read that post and then it was like a sweet whisper of, you don't have to put that on. I won't let you go, just trust me.
I am reminded a lot in this season how uncomfortable I feel trusting others, even God, putting up barriers that others won't want to fight through. Desperately hoping that someone will, validated when they don't, praying that God will heal that space, and not trusting that He can.
Then right there on my screen and right into my heart, God reminded me that I am already loved the way I dreamed of. He put that desire in me to love Him. I don't have to wait until the next song to find a partner. He is the most faithful, showing up in every beat of the song. When I twirl out, He watches me ever so closely, holding onto me, if only by my fingertips. He holds me tightly with strength, giving the confidence and fulfillment that only He can. When I step on His toes, He gives encouragement. I don't have to give a perfect performance or even know the steps. He will lead me. Just like that, in full surrender, I can let go. He's got me.
Monday, March 16, 2015
We are in full strawberry season in Florida, which I must admit is one of my favorite times of year. I could almost turn into a strawberry for the quantities that I am consuming. If you are looking for your own strawberry fix to kick off spring, try this delicious appetizer. These strawberry and goat cheese crostinis are party favorite, with a great blend of tangy and sweet. Enjoy!
Strawberry + Goat Cheese Crostinis
Sliced (or finely chopped) strawberries
Crostinis or Bagel Chips
Goat Cheese, spreadable
Chop fresh basil and strawberries. Spread a fine layer of goat cheese on your bagel chips or crostinis. Assemble your delightful appetizer by placing strawberries on top and sprinkling with basil. Just before serving, give a few drops of balsamic vinegar on top. Enjoy!
Have a happy week!