Friday, June 15. 9:01 am.
Well i just got up and charlie bought mr a fresh doughnut. Happy anniversary to us! I could have eaten 38. Good thing there was only one. Oh, Do you want a pedi next week?
image via Oracle Fox.
(lynn)spiration.
i fully credit lynn for inspiring me to apply a bold lip color before six am. and to my delight, it put a little extra pep in my step throughout my work day. so here's to lynnspiration to come....
via: Nadya_Wasylko_Bullett. Marloes Horst. elizabeth+james. musingsinfeminity.
vital memory.
Without memory, learning would be impossible. If our minds recorded nothing from the past, we would be unable to learn anything new. All of our experiences would be lost as soon as they ended, and each new situation would be totally unfamiliar. Without memory, we would repeatedly have the same experiences for the 'first time.'
Memory gives r i c h n e s s to life- the pleasure of happy remembrances as well as the sorrow of unhappy ones.
via: ÅSA LIFFNER. thebowtielife. crushculdesac. Rudolf Scheer und Söhne. modernhepburn. bethmoore(Lifeway) adapted from WorldBook.
living house.
Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of - throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.
— C.S. Lewis
via: aliceiswonderfultumblr. convoytumblr. thebeautifulsoup. paulraeside. ylava skarp's home for PLAZA Interior. jamesgreer. whiteswallowstumblr.
le weekend to do.
i know that the to do's will always be to do....never ending joy do-ing.
laundry. emails. research. need a coffee maker- french press? new recipes to devour. new images to be captured. new colors to discover. letters to be written. i need the sun to soak into my skin. to spend time in the solitude of nature.
to jumpsuit myself into the couch that has yet to exist.
via: whiteswallows. witanddelight. gothenburg. obsessionsareagirlsbf. hungryworkshop. talesofendearment. loverunway. thevintageseason.
onward.
To you who have continued to encourage me, to inspire me, to push me to keep going, here i am.
So in forty-two days, much can happen. Change inevitably is always rearing it's head in every moment it seems. This season has been marked by persistent transition.
Such relentless gain of opportunity. Such a rebirth of friendships and affirming people to walk alongside in life. The difficult and humbling circumstances that have left wounds...only to be healed with time. A season of expectant anticipation for what is to come. For I know with my entire being, the BEST is yet to come. And so ill be patient and pray that I can try to remember that.
The fleeting days that seem never ending and yet fly by. The ability to laugh still uncontrollably with the people in my day to day work. And sharing our days is just something you cannot plan.
The deep and hidden, ever present loss of the man I wanted to be like for as long as I could have the thought to desire that. He taught me to love deeply and passionately, forsaking all others to love his beloved. He lead by example, unknowingly. His disposition a stark contrast to the world surrounding us. Life was joy. No matter the painful and shattering circumstances he endured.
My papaw, how I long to be able to sit with you and some peanut butter crackers and not say a word. His silence and presence alone filled my spirit with rest. He made me know that exactly who I am is enough for him to love me with crazy love.
So it was only appropriate being his birthday on this sixth of June, that I have plenty chocolate pie and again push forward in faith of what is to come. For I can count it all joy.
And so ill take that knowledge and season ive walked partly through, and go confidently. For I know that what lies ahead surely will be filled with some of the same, but it will overflowing with all things new. So, here is to getting back into this thing.
Will you come with me to the mountains? It will hurt at first, until your feet are hardened. Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows. But will you come?
C.S. LEWIS