frames.

Living life frame by frame. 

To maximum exposure. 

I think there’s some sort of balance to be achieved between seeing the grandiose, overarching theme of what I deem to be my life’s purpose, and what happens in the short span of 24 hours. There’s got to be, because at this point, I haven’t achieved success in fully committing to one idea or the other.

I wake up, read something in the Bible that strikes me as ‘yes, this is my jam for the day’, and by the end of the day, the thought has managed to seep into my overall modus operandi for life. How does that happen? I thought tonight, do I waste days planning for the next?

I would love to wake up every single morning, and think, “Yes! I have one more day to love, and receive love!”

One more day to just be blown away by the earth, creation, air, breath, life.

One more day to connect with another human being.

One more day to breathe in air, mercy, and grace.

24 hours, captured in a frame. I would love to be fully known in one frame. To be fully understood of what I am made of.

planning and worrying, you can subside. 

being and doing, you can ensue.

things that last.

This past weekend, my sister got married.

It was incredible, an affair that brought so many things full circle through God's faithfulness, grace and love.

One thing that I was starkly reminded of this weekend was the marvelousness and beauty of girlfriends. I got to stand by my sister on the day of her wedding, with 6 other women who have also walked with Megan and were willing to come from near and far to stand by her and affirm her commitment.

I see this vision of my dearest friends, the ones who journey together, as holding hands in front of a rolling sea.

our faces to the waves, hands clasped

 ready to take on the life that ebbs and flows.

feet planted firm.

There is something sacred about the link of a girlfriend. There are countless times that I have met the friends of my friends and given them hugs in lieu of handshakes because I know that if they are friends of my friends, they must be friends of mine. The link becomes a chain all too easily.

And it's beautiful. 

break the world indifferent.

"What shines forth and reveals God in your life is not your relative consistency to an idea of what a saint should be, but your genuine, living relationship with Jesus Christ, and your unrestrained devotion to Him, whether you are well or sick."

-O. Chambers

This is love to break the world indifferent.

alive: to enjoy a morning out.

It was love at first sight. I’ve driven by Huckleberry many times before, but never thought I had the time to stop in, wherever I was headed to. I drove by again the other night, and decided I would take my friend, Natalie, out for a surprise breakfast date. (because let’s be honest, who doesn’t love breakfast, dates, or any combo of?)

You know a place is really good when you arrive 5 minutes before opening and there are other people waiting for the doors to open. You walk in and are greeted by an airy space that is equal parts modern, familiar and fresh.

It makes you want to take a deep breath.

Chalkboards line the tops of the walls, inviting your eyes to take in all that Huckleberry has to offer, things like home made english muffins, pan au chocolat with vahlrona chocolate, and Niman Ranch maple-bacon biscuits.

I had done my research before I went in, and had heard stories that were legend about their green eggs and ham (a house made english muffin, topped with a sunny side up egg, La Quercia proscuitto, and a mix of arugula, spinach, and a light pesto.)

The place doesn't need music, the food does the singing.

The only way this breakfast would have been better is if I didn't have to work after, if there was a weekend edition of the newspaper involved, and I had either my running clothes or a dress with pockets on.

bright yellow sweater.

free parking.

open doors.

breeze.

white peach tea, complete with orange tea pot.

fresh roses in painted clay vases.

delicious breakfast.

blessed conversation.

beautiful friendship.

 Maybe it wasn’t the food. Maybe it wasn’t the fact that this place was so overly darling that I couldn’t help but squeal with delight, but rather the fact that at 8:30 a.m. this morning, my soul was refreshed and revitalized.