Little Smoky Manifesto: The post where I used all the hyphens
So in my quest to reorganize, redecorate and repurpose every square inch of our house (oh, how I wish I were kidding, but nesting isn’t just for the pregnant mom-to-be) I came across a questionable object found at the top of one of my kitchen cabinets. It was...
Five Minute Friday: Break
This week’s Five Minute Friday prompt is on the word break. I went everywhere with this word…literally. I’ve been so broken over the past 16 or so months that I just wanted to dwell on that place and write about “break” in that way. But...
When God Calls Your Bluff – Part 3 (final)
Continued from When God Calls Your Bluff – part 2… When you approach someone in tears it’s…how should I say this…awkward! Yet I truly believe that turning around and walking away would’ve been far worse. I managed to mumble the...
Embracing what hurts…
This morning I sat and watched the curiosity of my baby girl as she pressed the buttons of a Playstation controller. She was determined to figure the thing out. She had no idea she was being watched because every bit of her attention was on the controller and the...From broken to blessed…
Even the biggest messes can turn into the biggest blessings. It might not seem like it to you at the time, but I’ve lived long enough now that I can wholeheartedly agree with that statement. Oh, I still cry and wonder “why?” through heartache,...A little about me
Doing life with one amazingly supportive husband and four spirited arrows. Heart for God. Wordsmith. Tea sommelier. Music lover. Enneagram 4, INFJ. IG junkie. Paleo lifestyle for chronic illness. Supporter of sustainable living. I love cozy. I love boots. I love sitting still only long enough to have my hair colored.
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