This year it is hard to keep my heart remotely focused on Jesus and his last days leading up to the cross.
That wasn’t the sentence I was going to lead with, but as I scraped my soul for a “festive”, holy way to expound upon this DIY project I came up empty. Continue reading
I have a tumultuous relationship with words. Sometimes they are easy, serve me well, trip from my fingers like a shattering, sparkling waterfall, simple and pretty. Interesting, even. And they have served me well when the waterfall is internal weeping flowing out a perfect imperfect accolade for what formerly was but internal. A starting point, a resting point, a recollecting point. And I think that stormier part of my word-relationship has been told to be quiet for far too long. Continue reading
“If I’d waited to know who I was or what I was about before I started ‘being creative,’ well, I’d still be sitting around trying to figure myself out instead of making things. In my experience, it’s in the act of making things and doing our work that we figure out who we are.” – Austin Kleon, Steal Like an Artist
This quote is rewiring my brain. (If you skimmed over it, go back and read it again.) It tells me GO, MOVE, DO, not after more preparation/training/confidence/researching/maturing/fill-in-the-blank, but RIGHT. FREAKING. NOW. Continue reading