There are three significant life moments when I declared, I’m releasing this on costco pharmacy lunch hours and more. I’m gonna go mad trying to control every piece and that’s no way to live. Instead I’m going to hold it open and trust Your way is better than my pithy plans. Even though my plans seem like a really great idea right now. The first time I recognized my body nearing panic mode I was lying on a beach. In Spain. Yes, I know it sounds relaxing but my insides…
Mark your calendars! Choosing REAL Book Release Party is on Sunday with idaho liquor store hours on December 4th. *RSVP here to receive a confirmation email. I can’t wait to celebrate the message of this book with YOU! xo, Bekah Jane…
In July, our family got to go to Forest Home’s ‘Family Retreat.’ Basically it was a gift-of-a-week in regards to connection and laughter and God meeting us right where we were- depleted and weary. We left feeling filled in the most unexpected, beautiful ways. And then. Then we found out they do a mini holiday version right after Thanksgiving and I’m like, ‘Yes. Please and thank you!’ Because a cozy winter weekend away lighting a 20 foot christmas tree and…
What keeps you from allowing the good in? I paused and searched the ceiling for an answer. Because I’m afraid it will run out. Like air from a balloon. I’m not sure if there is enough to last. I’m not proud, but I’m realizing this is my honest response. Apparently in the deepest parts, I doubt God’s goodness will prevail or endure. So I protect myself from experiencing joy or celebration to its’ fullest, wondering when it will be taken, or…
I’m welcoming Karin, today’s guest contributor, to our cottage to share about grace and faith and all the beauty discovered when those two gifts collide. It was one of those utterly crazy day. Laundry everywhere. Crabby kids. Piles of paperwork. No dinner plan. Normally it wouldn’t bother me much. I’d give myself a little pep talk. Get organized and move on. This time that strategy wasn’t working. I was frustrated and exhausted, and couldn’t, for the life of me, figure…
…Chicken Dinner! The Simply Bliss Boutique Giveaway Winner is… LAUREN WASHER! (cue confetti falling from the sky) or 25 $1 bills to spend at Simply Bliss Boutique! “Ooo! They have so many beautiful items! I love that fall brings with it a forced sense of slowness. The days are shorter and while I love the late evenings summer provides, the earlier darkness gives me permission to stay home, nestle in with my family, and simply be present in my…
One of the aspects I love most about collaborating with creative souls is watching others rock their God-given thang. Like the gals at Simply Bliss Boutique. Their mission is simple and inspiring, surrounding Proverbs 31:25, “She is clothed in strength and dignity.” Founders, Melissa and Staci met nine years ago and realized they shared a passion for clothing and faith. “This boutique is more than just clothes to us. It’s about sharing the message that women are beautiful and modesty…
Dear Lonely One, I can’t stop thinking about you. When you shared - your big eyes brimming so brave, about how lonely you feel, about how you wish you actually had invitations to say yes or no to, about wondering where your friends are, about the confusion at why you don’t have a packed calendar- it broke my heart. And my first instinct was to make your lonely aches disappear. To find you a friend, or connect you with opportunities galore, or help…
I learned a new trick that works great for whining. I pounce on the closest whiner, pin them on the couch, and tickle them ’til we’re both near peeing. Works like a charm. There’s something about laughter that lightens any mood. I mean, have you tried complaining when you’re laugh-snorting? Im.possible. The following day I was talking with a lady at the office. She was sharing about how she and her hubby have been together since they were 16 and just celebrated 35 years…
I had the strangest dream last night. I came downstairs (Ty apparently got his wish to live in a two-story house) only to notice the first floor flooded. Dark hardwood planks buckled under the kitchen table and chairs tilted precariously from the warped floor. I remember kneeling down, touching the planks, wondering where the water was coming from. And then the panic came. Rising in my chest, I ran to the living room only to slosh slosh across grey carpet as if crossing…
