this post contains affiliate links . thank you so much for supporting this blog “today i will trust beyond the borders of what i can see, and have the courage to believe in what is greater than me.” -morgan harper nichols this past weekend we planted and cleaned and put mulch in our flowerbeds and had outdoor picnics and enjoyed our twinkle lights at night. the days felt somewhat normal…
season | spring
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strawberry fields
a morning with my boys at carrigan farms we spent this morning picking strawberries at a nearby farm and after everything these past few months… it felt pretty magical. we slowly wandered around the rows of luscious greens; the ripe strawberries were overflowing. parks was very…
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a grateful heart
“I worked so hard to be liked and wanted so badly to be loved, only to have each attempt pruned back by the insensitivity of a world that wouldn’t slow down. Once I could drop down below the pain of my loneliness I came to…
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nearer
borrowed words nearer “If you want to get warm you must stand near the fire: if you want to be wet you must get into the water. If you want joy, power, peace, eternal life, you must get close to, or even into, the thing…
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easter memories
“Easter spells out beauty, the rare beauty of new life.” -s.d gordon yesterday was a simple easter and was one we will probably never forget. we missed our loved ones dearly and thought of them often. there were phone calls and texts and a zoom…
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light a candle . be still
be still and know that i am with you. psalms 46:10 last time in his high chair we have been baking all the things this week: biscuits, cookies, and banana bread walking through our neighborhood . camp north end we were the only ones there…
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nash charles is one!
The Messenger My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird- equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums. Here the clam deep i the speckled sand. Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I no…
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mother’s day moments
redefining motherhood it is the look in my mother’s eyes, every time we say goodbye. it is the pregnant girl on the bus, softly singing lullabies to her unborn child. it is the woman staring at the negative pregnancy test, longing, hurting, grieving. it is…
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may intentions
this post contains affiliate links . thank you so much for supporting this blog “for the rest of this year, stay strong. Let no one and nothing make you feel like you are not good enough or that you do not belong. It does not…