Advent Diaries ~::🎄❄️♥️Page 15 ♥️❄️🎄::~ FEAST~ {Day 56}

I was struck and inspired by these adorable, amazingly crafted children’s shoes on a flea market date with my hubby. There were teeny nails on the soles. 🥹🥰 The craftsmanship was astounding and frankly a bit convicting. Reminds me of the care that the artisans in the Old Testament put into creating the Temple and everything in it!

Hello, Dear Heart 💜 ♥️🖤💗 ~

How are you? The days of advent are winding up to the happiest birthday we could ever wish to celebrate and remember. Come, sweet Jesus, come. I’ve some catching up to do here and prayerfully, I will do that this long weekend. I’ve been thinking about feasting.

•💘what are you feasting on?💘 what is feeding you?•

~•How are you doing mentally, spiritually, emotionally, physically, and creatively?•~

I know this is a lot to consider, but more than ever, I feel a pull to receive all that the Lord has for me as a whole person. Our world is so fragmented and fractured. It demands of us a lot of ‘black & white’ type living, choices, ‘left or right’ thinking and that is just not human reality. We are a living, breathing human collages, sewn together with so many experiences, pieces, and ephemeral bits. We are intricate masterpieces! I’m asking for clarity from the Lord as I move into this next year about who I am as a daughter of God.

Winter abounds in wonder. Wonder is the dawn, after a snowfall, when the world is quelled by a quiet like no other quiet. When icy mosaics are etched on the panes of the window. When the red bird of winter -hope perched on a bough-shatters the washed-out tableau. Wonder is the soul burrowing into the darkness, kindling the flame deep within.

Barbara Mahany

The Stillness of Winter, p. 8

I’m SO excited about this book as winter tends to be a hard, dry season for me in many ways.

I’m still praying over these areas and trying to focus my heart and mind on gazing fully on Jesus. I want to be wholly His and feasting on His Truth. I love 💕 discovering new ideas and inspiration, so I thought it would be fun to link some things that have recently encouraged me and are feeding me. I don’t necessarily love/agree with everything from all of these creators, but still can pull enough from them to challenge and spur myself on. I will give a brief overview of where I think my own journey is in each of these areas:

Mentally ~

Honestly, I’m still learning about resting in the Lord. Poetry, the Psalms, the Gospels, and instrumental music soundtracks have really helped. Covid era junk, hard relationships, and politics have messed with my anxiety a bit. The winter cold and darkness are difficult for me, but I’ve felt a real inner breakthrough this year. It’s slow and sure. Thanks be to God. Saying ‘no’ to certain things {regular news and too much social media, for example} and ‘yes’, to gentle things that are still a bit outside of my comfort zone, have help me think a bit deeper, yet led me away from the sleepless, racing brain. It’s finding the right things to challenge me, yet not contribute to worry or fear.

Booktubers That Make Me Think Deeper

  1. ARRRG! Schooling
  2. Books Love Jenna
  3. Christy Luis

Send out Your Light & Truth ✨

Spiritually ~

I’ve felt a bit dry, so praying about some ways to refresh and refocus in the new year. I recently read through The Gospels quickly and was so filled and blessed. One of my winter goals is to read Psalms from the paraphrase, The Message by Eugene Peterson. I find different translations or word studies really help. I hope to look at place names closer in the Bible in 2025, as I love names and the process of naming. Do you have any ideas or things that have helped you with your spiritual life? I really would love to get back to prayer walks and going to nature spots intentionally for focusing on the Lord, but need to get some new snow pants soon. I’m so cold! 😅 {you can call me wimp, it’s ok 😂}

Things That Recently Spiritually Spoke to Me

  1. Nancy Kelly’s Talk on Prayer
  2. The writing of Barbara Mahany
  3. Thinking on this poem

Sophie, our cat, is SUCH a lovely beastie…so thankful for her 🥹😅♥️

Emotionally ~

This is tied into all of the above and other categories, but honestly, less Instagram, YouTube, Patreon, and newsfeeds has really made a difference for me. I miss some of the lovely people and STUFF I was involved with online {Voxer groups, Booktube, Zoom meetups, Marco Polo etc}, BUT I know that at this time, they got out of control after covid. I felt fractured between all that I have here in my ‘real’ life and the wonderful, but mistimed relationships online. So much online is fed by FOMO, “the fear of missing out”, and everything is hyped months in advance. That’s not bad, necessarily, like Walmart putting up Christmas stuff around Halloween. 😳🤪😏😒 I’m finding however, for my season of life and personality, prolonged exposure to this racing FOMO ruins me.

Things Helping Emotionally ~

  1. Getting into nature! My local friend and I took our kids on some nature rambles this autumn and it was WONDERFUL. We talked books , ideas, and life, while enjoying the outdoors. We have plans for an outing in January.
  2. Journaling to process. I’m finding a small amount goes a long way. Even making lists has really been helpful. Gratitude lists, prayer lists, hardship lists, things I’ve noticed lists, the list 😏 is endless!
  3. Taking long breaks from online things if I catch myself getting stressed or overwhelmed by them. Life is too short for stress from random social media.
  4. Analog recording of life and reading. I still love and enjoy online friendships and especially the friends I’ve made in the reading community, but pulling out of things like Goodreads/Storygraph/ some Booktube has really helped settle my emotions. These things aren’t bad and I’ve enjoyed them in other seasons, but for me, currently, I needed to cut and limit them.
  5. Reading light and fluffy things in-between more challenging reads. I try not to have too heavy a ‘diet’ of marshmallow reading, but at times of extra stress, light reading is helpful.

Physically ~

This is a hard area for me to talk about honestly. I’ve always struggled with my self image, weight, and moderation. Even in highschool when I was an athlete and very ‘healthy’ on the outside. Ever since I’ve been having babies and been more sedentary, I’ve struggled with my weight. I’ve been on multiple diets, eating plans, exercise regimens, etc, etc, etc. During 2020, I lost a significant amount of weight in a highly structured program {Bright Line Eating} and was in a loving support group with some other strong, Christian women. We are all Charlotte Mason home educators and even met on annual retreats. These women are amazing, loving people! In late 2022/early ‘23, I found myself struggling with this and stopping the program. I really haven’t found a balance since then. One interesting thing, though, has been that my sleep has always been touchy and now that I’m not low-carb currently, it’s been significantly better. Go figure. Extreme low carb, I’ve been reading about, can mess with sleep. Good sleep is something that heavily contributes to ALL these areas!! All this to say is that, I’ve really been focusing on my internal battles through prayer 🙏🏻. I feel like that’s something I’ve never fully dealt with, no matter how well I do with the externals. I still am floundering and am not where I’d like to be health-wise. I’m trusting that some of the anxiety, 😟, self-loathing, and bad cycles are being worked though in a better way. Will you pray for me? Also that I know when enough is enough? Just finding where I need to be with my faith and in my body, for me. Not falling for the cultural definitions of worth, health, or value, but looking at myself through God’s lens. I also feel humbled over and over again. This is a pride area. Unfortunately, one gets a lot of attention and validation when one looks well and “with it” on the outside, even if I’m a tomb full of dead man’s bones on the inside. I want to be wholly Jesus’, inside and out. I want to walk in obedience to His guidance for me.

I don’t have anything currently that’s 💯 percent inspiring me currently right now in this area. I feel a bit fragile and burnt out. I have read a little by Geneen Roth lately and I’m thinking about it. Thanks for sticking with 🤪that long rant

The kids decorate the tree now. My work is finished. 😂♥️🎄

Creatively ~

Last but not least, I’m sooooo excited and inspired to find that in some ways, I’m settling into what I love to create and what inspires me in my life. I’m a Gatherer of Fragments. The Recycler of Remnants! I absolutely love things made of pieces. Stained glass, mosaics, collages, poems, ephemera, journals, photographs, and quilts. What do you love? What absolutely inspires you?

Things Inspiring me Creatively Currently

  1. Chantel Klassen
  2. CleoPatrick
  3. Kiki’s Bookish Service
  4. Austin Kleon’s weekly newsletter
  5. My Kindle, reading everywhere using the app
  6. The overly simplistic magazine Bella Grace! I just love its sweetness. I got a subscription for Christmas. 🥰
  7. The old Disney version of 101 Dalmatians. Roger’s commitment to his music and Cruella is my favorite villain. She shows me what selfishness looks like. She makes me laugh at how odious self-centeredness can become!
  8. The Ben Stiller version of The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. Soooooo inspiring on SO many levels.
  9. Long form blogging. Slower media. Like this lovely, long, leisure Cinderella retelling. Trying to avoid shorts and reels, somewhat unsuccessfully! 🤪😂♥️
Favorites of mine! ♥️ my children don’t like the film. 😂

There is so much to see-things that tell of His love and grace; things that show His Presence;the treasures of His Book. There is no limit to what we shall see except the limit of our own power to see. “Open Thou mine eyes” is a prayer for us all.

And then listen. There is much to hear. What did God say to me this morning in what I read in His Book, in what I heard from others who love Him, in what I heard deep in my heart, through something He caused me to recall? Whatever it was, let me take time to “comprehend” it, hold it fast, and live in the light of it to-day.

Amy Carmichael

Edges of His Ways, p. 174

💗🥰How about you? How are you doing in these areas? Do you take time to evaluate things? How are you feeding yourself ? ♥️

Happy Almost Christmas Weekend! Sooo excited! ✨🎄💗

Advent Diaries ~::🎄❄️♥️Pages 9-14 ♥️❄️🎄::~ RED through GRACE ~ {Day 55}

New bowls found thrifting!

~This ‘n That~

peppermint tea, broken glass

child’s giggles, drop of red while grating cheese

secrets wrapped, hearts torn open

enter into His grace chapel with fragments

into His courts with whispered gratitudes

brokenness and coal-stained lips

advent of joy and bloodiness, birthed

in me, sore-hipped, longing woman

Your red shed, my red hands, clean

•A.M.Pine•

Splashes of red
New recipe we made up! Peppermint tea, a little hot water, then two scoops favorite hot cocoa mix, favorite milk, then more hot water, mix! Delicious peppermint cocoa.
Rich reds…red reminds me of grace! ♥️🎄

Advent Diaries ~::🎄❄️♥️Page 8♥️❄️🎄::~ POETRY ~ {Day 54}

I adore Nativity sets. This is my Haitian set. 💟

What is your jam or ‘poetry of life’ currently? A little something bringing you joy and a pause during this can-be-hectic time of year?

~Magazine dates with myself. I take a little cash and go buy a magazine and usually sit by a nature spot (in my car currently 🥶, of course! ) to peruse it. I love the quiet, the pause, and the new freshness of something to look forward to. It’s a wonderful time of contemplation and prayer! 🙏🏻

~Scriptures/poetry/prayer/journaling…my morning routine is such a lovely time to contemplate and set myself on Jesus for the day. A few words of poetry or devotionals plus Scripture under a cozy blanket, mug of coffee, and fairy lights are crucial as I love on/survive 😅the relationships in my life. I journal my way through it all. My favorite poetry currently is Ted Hughes’ Seasons Songs and my friend, Kim’s poetry, not to mention her photography is pure poetry, too. ❣️I have a few new collections I want for Christmas.

Can you spot the kitty cat? 🐈 😂✨New Christmas mug I found for $3! Yay! 😀

~ Reading is always my jam! 💗 Here is a list of some of my autumn reading favorites (September-October-November) with a little snippet to snap review. These are all perfect for curling up with this winter. Something for everyone. I wasn’t able to film a YouTube recap, so I’m wrapping it up here!

  1. Witches by Roald Dahl (sweet, grotesquely funny story of little boy and grandmother who battle evil together!)
  2. Apple Bough by Noel Streatfield (delightful story of the oldest daughter in an extremely artistic family who is finding her place. This was beautiful and deep!)
  3. Kiki’s Delivery Service by Eiko Kandano (sweet, comforting, cozy coming of age fantasy story.)
  4. The Language of Spells by Garrit Weyr (deep story following a family and a dragon through both World Wars – so lovely and thoughtful.)
  5. Thimble Summer by Elizabeth Enright (gorgeous farm family story with beautiful writing!)
  6. The Grey Woman by Elizabeth Gaskell (short, atmospheric story. Ending was a bit rushed, but accessible Victorian literature at its best.)
  7. The Chantry House by Charlotte Mary Yonge (longer Victorian literature with a side of ghost. I really enjoyed this one!)
  8. The Lost Heiress by Roseann’s M. White (lovely, clean historical romance that had a mysterious twist to it. I really enjoyed this one!)
  9. An Enchantment of Ravens by Margaret Rogerson (amazingly written, gorgeous atmospheric fantasy story with deep themes of the emptiness of immortality and more. Romance wasn’t for me, but overall, I loved this.)
  10. Honey for a Women’s Heart by Gladys M. Hunt (a favorite nonfiction reread that was just what I needed to inspire my reading and my home educating!)
  11. Sylvia’s Lovers by Elizabeth Gaskell (gloriously written, heartfelt, heart wrenching story set in an English coastal, whaling village. I’ll read anything Gaskell wrote! She’s my favorite Victorian writer.)
  12. The Mirror Visitor Series by Christelle Dabos (translated from French – fantasy reread that I love for its beautiful, intriguing setting and main character, Ophelia’s revelations about how we see ourselves. The first two books are my favorites.)
  13. Conscious Creativity by Philippe Stanton (a gorgeous photographer’s art philosophy, prompts, inspiration, and ramblings. So inspiring!)
  14. Amish Quilt Shop Series by Isabella Alan (simple and cozy mysteries. When I’m exhausted and need of something light, I enjoy a few cozy, clean mystery authors.)
  15. Full Disclosure by Dee Henderson (Police Detective fiction. This was unique in that Ann, the main investigator was very introverted. A little unrealistic, but I really identified with a lot of her internal processing.)
  16. Jane of Lantern Hill by L.M. Montgomery (I’ve read this multiple times, but this reread was with my four younger children and we all had such a lovely time together. Even my 5 yo listened pretty well!)
  17. Maisie Dobbs Series by Jacqueline Winspear (#4 & #5 in this long series of a female private English investigator in the interwar period. I disliked #3 , so was so glad to enjoy these two! Highly recommend the series!)
  18. Chalice by Robin McKinley (lovely, elemental magic fantasy that enchanted me. Can’t really explain why. A bit darker fantasy, fyi.)
  19. Deerbrook by Harriet Martineau (this was an online buddy read and had some convoluted parts and unloveable characters. However, the philosophical parts were intriguing and the nature writing was amazing. The conversations with my friends made it an interesting read!)
Library 📚 picture book stack! ❣️

~ Walking and nature drives are so wonderful when I take the time. It’s a bit cold for me, but I’m always so rewarded. My hubby is very willing to take back roads and I’m so grateful we live in a beautiful area.

Out driving with hubby! ✨✨✨

How about you? What makes you ‘sing’

currently? ❣️✨💟💜🌲📚☕️🪶🌝❄️🎄❣️

Advent Diaries ~::🎄❄️♥️Page 7♥️❄️🎄::~ PAINT ~ {Day 53}

Our Creator painted this sunrise just for you!

I’ve been thinking randomly about Wonka Vision (from Gene Wilder ‘Charlie and Chocolate Factory’ film) …yes, my brain doesn’t turn off well. 😂 I’m desperate to paint my life with Jesus Vision… seeing all the glorious gifts and beauty around me as Love. And caring enough to share that love, let spill it over and out!

What matters in the deeper experience of contemplation is not the doing and accomplishing. What matters is relationship, the being with. We create holy ground and give birth to Christ in our time not by doing but by believing and by loving the mysterious Infinite One who stirs within. This requires trust that something of great and saving importance is growing and kicking its heels in you.

~Loretta Ross-Gotta

Watch for the Light, p.97

.50 cent notebooks to collage the covers for my SIL’s for Christmas gifts! Did I mention I have 11? SIL’s?! Ha. Better get collaging!

What if, instead of doing something, we were to be something special? Be a womb. Be a dwelling for God. Be surprised.

~Ross-Gotta

Watch for the Light, p. 101

One of my slow Christmas reads for myself this year. We all enjoy this story and the illustrations are just lovely!

We are starting during our Christmas term to use some of the activities in Map Art by Berry & McNeilly as we all are map lovers here. It’s so fun to mix art techniques with imagination. I’m looking forward to the collage maps, especially.

My 12 yo Phoebe’s map ♥️🥰 (used by permission)

They trooped out into the garden and saw the wood all lit up by the westering light as though a thousand candles had been lit upon the trees that stretched their shade deep beyond deep in the dark wood. The water was all aglint too, and the colors of the flowers burned pure and still. The sky was a deep blue-green overhead, and three wild swans were flying upriver to their home. There was no sound in all the world but the beat of the birds’ wings and the soft lapping of the water against the old stone walls. They stood for a moment at the gate at the top of the steps and the peace held them silent.

~Elizabeth Goudge

The Pilgrim’s Inn, p. 99

Advent Diaries ~::🎄❄️♥️Page 5♥️❄️🎄::~ RIVER~ {Day 51}

How happy is the one who does not walk in the advice of the wicked or stand in the pathway with sinners or sit in the company of mockers!

Instead, his delight is in the LORD’s instruction, and he meditates on it day and night.

He is like a tree planted beside flowing streams that bears fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers.

Psalm 1:1-3, CSB

The person who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence indeed is the LORD, is blessed. He will be like a tree planted by water: it sends roots out toward a stream, it doesn’t fear when heat comes, and its foliage remains green. It will not worry in a year of drought or cease producing fruit.

Jeremiah 17:7-8, CSB

Not a River

Not like a rolling river,

not like a floating river,

down on my head it comes.

It doesn’t drench me,

it doesn’t quench me,

as long as I am stay warm.

You’re wondering what it is

oh yes, you’re wondering what it is,

It is just the frozen flakes of Joy,

that is what is!

by Ella, my 15 yo daughter 🥰🥹♥️ (used with permission)

Coffee, fairy lights, books, and sunshine ✨

The sweep of this dividing staircase was most beautiful and gracious, and it gave one a feeling of welcome like strong arms held out, the arms of that glowing personality who had welcomed them in. And Ben noticed, though George did not, that the whole structure of the staircase, with the arms held out beneath the upright panel, was like a cross.

Elizabeth Goudge

The Pilgrim’s Inn, p. 90

Advent Diaries ~::🎄❄️♥️Page 4♥️❄️🎄::~ HERB ~ {Day 50}

Soul Soup

•what does

your soul soup need?

what was

cooking, bubbling, freed?

•on the piping hot

cookery range of life

a heart not fraught?

a pinch of healing, less strife?

•are you set too low?

stagnant, add some salt

tweak the recipe, nice & slow

tears simmering wrought

•a delicious mass, savory

turn it up hot

your soup not ordinary

it’s changing and sought

•taste it and see

not a bland hand, but good

what more sprinkling needs be?

stir it, oh spoon, wonderful wood

•be patient, soak herbs in

spice, vegetables, whole lot

perfectly poured, bowl to brim

sweet soul soup served hot

•what does

your soul soup need?

what was

cooking, bubbling, freed?

A. M. Pine 🌲 ♥️

Thrift book haul from last week. See anything interesting? I already have Family Under the Bridge but replacing our PB copy with this hard back. 😌♥️

But Sally did not want to be set free for anything, for it was living itself that she enjoyed. She liked lighting a real fire of logs and fir cones, and toasting bread on an old-fashioned toaster. And she liked the lovely curve of an old staircase and the fun of running up and down it. And she vastly preferred writing a letter and walking with it to the post than using the telephone and hearing with horror her voice committing itself to to things she would never have dreamed of doing if she’d had the time to think. “It’s my stupid brain,” she said to herself. “I like the leisurely things, and taking my time about them. That’s partly why I like children so much, I think. They’re never in a hurry to get on to something else.”

Elizabeth Goudge

The Pilgrim’s Inn , p. 12

♥️How is your week? What things in your life need stirring creatively or spiritually? I’m going to be thinking on these things awhile…

~ Blessings!

Advent Diaries ~ ::🎄❄️♥️Page 3♥️❄️🎄:: ~ PILGRIM ~ {Day 49}

Old Woman of the Here

spent skin of a woman

sojourner of time

passing through land

skirt swinging saggy, a sign

sixty seconds step

sixty minutes lark

twenty-four hours wept

three hundred sixty-five of dark

hourglass of bones & blood

apron-clad keeper of sun

pages turned, ink gone, all mud

pilgrim of life on the run

lantern lights sways

her burdened eyes on horizon

she follows the rickety Way

looking far, deep, for flicker of Son

tick, tock, step, step

crunch of time gravel

under her feet, pounding in head

life’s steps, horror and marvel

~A.M. Pine 🌲♥️

Inspired by favorite poem here~

I’ve been thinking about home and also how as a Christian, I believe, I’m a traveler passing through…so much for contemplation.

“Jerry and Jose,” she said softly, smiling at them, “And I’m Jill. Three J’s. We’ll be happy.”

And the twins, still most extraordinarily well behaved, smiled back at her. They liked the firm clasp of her hands, her even voice, her steady eyes. They knew instinctively that she would always be the same, not hugging them one moment and scolding them the next, and neither for any apparent reason, but reasonable and even-tempered and to be relied upon like the ground beneath their feet.

Elizabeth Goudge

The Pilgrim’s Inn, p. 88

Goodbye 👋 Autumn Mugs
Welcome Christmas 🎄 mugs!
I’ve lately loved working on my reading journal 📓 ♥️

How are you doing? What is on your mind and heart? ♥️ What’s bringing you joy? 🥹

Advent Diaries ~ :: 🎄❄️♥️Page 2♥️❄️🎄 :: ~ LIGHT ~ {Day 48}

Light of lights! All gloom dispelling,

Thou first come to make thy dwelling

Here within our world of sight.

Lord, in pity and in power,

Thou didst in our darkest hour

Rend the clouds and show thy light.

Praise to thee in earth and heaven

Now and evermore be given,

Christ, who art our sun and shield.

Lord, for us thy life thou gavest,

Those who trust in thee thou savest,

All thy mercy stands revealed.

~St Thomas Aquinas

Watch for the Light, p.67

But December, if you choose, if you allow it, can be the trail through the woods that leads to the light, far off in the distance.

The darkness itself offers the gift. Each day, the darkness comes sooner, comes deeper, comes blacker than ink. It draws us in, into our homes, yes, but more so, into our souls.

It invites us: Light a light. Wrap a blanket. Sit by the fire. Stare into the flames, and onto the last dying embers. Consider the coming of Christmas.

Barbara Mahany

Slowing Time, p. 179

For she had learned to really pray. For the first time in her life she had discovered prayer to be not what it had hitherto been to her “the occupation of the praying mind or the sound of the voice praying,” but a ceaseless offering up of the whole personality, of every thought and word and action, as sacrifice.

Elizabeth Goudge

The Pilgrim’s Inn, p. 43

Then Jesus said unto them, Yet a little while is the light with you. Walk while ye have the light, lest darkness comes sooner upon you: for he that walketh in darkness knoweth not whither he goeth.

While ye have light, believe in the light, that ye may be the children of light…

I am come a light into the world, that whosoever believeth on me should not abide in darkness.

John 12:35-36a, 46

Holy Bible, KJV

Monday Ponderings {Day 42}

I have noticed that some of the happiest people are not by nature the strongest, but they are those who love the Lord their Strength with a confident, joyful love; and they are not constantly thinking of themselves and their weakness, nor do they ever dream of not enjoying what He gives them to do, for “the joy of the Lord is [their] strength”, and their Lord is their firm support.

~Amy Carmichael, p. 169, Edges of His Ways

May it be so in me, Lord Jesus! 🙏🏻♥️🌿

•november• {Day 40}

lonely rustle

earthy-smokey wind-singe

flick and flash,

lantern-light over discarded

pumpkin grins

glimpses of red-rich,

berry polka-dots,

full-stop, year stitched

crispy-rattle,

raspy-golden, jeweled

bits that linger, forgotten

in deep sea, blue-black

velvety bracken

birch, bold-brilliant

white-of-hope against greyed-gloom

of shadow-y woodlands, inky

month of all ‘v’s

months, fly straight and true

cawing into my heart

claw the blackness back,

coldness and grim gone

goodness to start anew

close soul-listening

strikes bits of joy

deep-dive within

rustle of faith flames

up once warm again

~ A.M. Pine

Barbara Mahany {Day 38}

It’s a cold, ill, rainy wind that blows no good today. Soooo, of course, that makes me think of books. Ha. Who am I kidding. EVERYTHING makes me think of books. 🙃🤓😌😏😂♥️

I wanted to give you a heads up on a GORGEOUS nonfiction writer I’ve found this past year. Her writing is poetry to me. I’ve almost finished up Slowing Time by her as it’s set up seasonally so I am waiting for the winter section. She is of a different faith tradition than myself, but ties her practice to nature and the seasons so beautifully that I find I can pull out things that speak to me as a Christian.

I think she has only four books, so I hope to collect the last of hers which I’m waiting to find called The Book of Nature.

Have you discovered a new-to-you writer/artist/singer this year?

In other fun today, we are going to be watching this and making our own winter lists and I’m going to be ‘torturing’ 😆 my children with 90’s Christian worship music playlists. My teen years in a nutshell, my friends! 🤪😁♥️ What are you up to today?

Happy Tuesday! May your joy be full…

Soil Work {Day 37}

Love 💕 occasionally reading quickly through the Gospels in KJV…

I jumped on the shovel edge in my daughter’s pastel rainbow crocs. I found myself falling backwards, feet up and over, crocs, scattering. I burst out laughing, after mentally checking my ache-y, forty-something self for injury. I sure hope nobody I know saw me in the front yard of my parent’s home. 🤪😏👀 I planted the bulbs with my five year old as he stared at me with wonder. “Ok, ok, kid,” I thought, “it’s pretty unusual to see your mother shoveling and sweating, not to mention falling over.” Ha. 😂

We just finished this as a read aloud. We all adored it! 🕯️🪔🕯️

I’ve been thinking about Jesus’ parable of the sower {Matthew 13:1-9} in relation to being a mother. Could it be that the enrichment of their soul earth is our primary, creative work? Our magnum opus? It’s sweaty, unseen, thankless soul-shoveling work. We add manure, pull out weeds, we prepare the soil with truth, beauty, and rich, good things. Why? By faith, slowly, we trust that eventually it will be ready to receive the seed of God’s Word.

My daughter made bread and I used up leftover rice for chicken, veggie, rice soup… 🥣 ♥️

Weaving in and out of this preparation, we grow in our gardening skills ourselves. We limp around on our bruised backsides 😏, callused palms smarting, and keep strewing bits of life and light. We stretch and use all the God has given us. RM’s song “Wildflower” stuck with me deeply after it was first released. He is speaking on his creativity journey, but the idea of growing a lasting, perennial ‘flowerwork’ instead of an instantaneously burnt out flaming firework. The bright and flashy is gone in a second. Long, lasting work takes a kind of death and humilty. Once the seed is tucked into the earth, it’s a work of long trust and patience. Motherhood and our creative work both need this mustard-seed faith and fallow season.

“Flower field, that’s where I’m at

Open land that’s where I’m at

No name, that’s what I have

No shame, I’m on my grave.”

~RM, English translation, Genius.com

The character Isobel in the YA fantasy, An Enchantment of Ravens, found out through her painting, the stark emptiness and abject horror of immortality. It’s not glamorous to work, live, grow old, and die while serving, creating, and loving, but it’s human. The created of a Creator creates. That makes it enough. It’s prayer and worship. Thankfulness by fullness of being. So much around us is so empty and vacuous. Without true meaning. A life of meaning means toil, back breaking, long-haul work with faith.

“I ask where you could be right now

Where you go, where’s your soul

Yo, where’s your dream?”

~ RM

Four years of reading journals! Blue sparrow one is my new one… ♥️♥️♥️I left Goodreads and have loved this tactile way of creatively engaging with my reading.

So, where do our dreams go? They are still right here. Transformed into something human AND Spirit-powered. They may change form, a weaving in and out all that we are doing. Seasons of our servanthood with the gifts we’ve been given promise new morning mercies. Just as I can surely count on the perennial return of my mom’s tulips and daffodils, I can trust this slow, quiet blooming process is working in my children and in me, too. Thanks be to God.

Sweet, dirty little feet…💕💕💕

How about you? How do you view relationships and creativity? How are you cultivating a culture of creative work while maintaining closeness and connections to your faith, family, and friends? I’d love to hear any thoughts! I’m still trying to flesh out what this all means…