Sunday, November 5, 2017

Believing takes practice.

~Madeline L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time

It seems like I’ve been busy this week.  I have been, to some extent, but also the days of forced and snowy hygge have left me feeling discombobulated. I’m thankful for the pause of Sunday and the opportunity to reset.

My blog book project is moving along and I expect to be able to order books for 2009 through 2016 in a few days. Feels good to have that almost finished and a plan in place for going forward.

Yesterday, I did a bit of a redesign in this space. It’s been bothering me that my photos were cropped on the landing page and I found a theme that handles them better. Depending on how you arrive here you may, or may not, see the change.

The women’s bible study that started on Wednesday was wonderful! A good turnout of women hungry to dig into God’s word. It’s going to be a great twelve weeks (and now I have homework!).

I was so pumped after the bible study that I forgot I intended to plant my spinach afterward. Wednesday night the snowpocalypse arrived and now, as I can’t imagine the snow melting and a return to milder weather, it’s too late. It’s too late for some blue poppy and hyacinth bulbs too. Dang.

There were other moving pieces and appointments this week too. I’m missing—and craving—quiet routine. I’m also lamenting winter’s early arrival and  wondering what direction to take my photography in. I choose not to spend any more time than I have to outside when it’s cold so it’s back in the studio for the winter.

Today, these things fall away as we pause and gather with our church family and let the day unfold as it will.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.

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