This past Saturday, the Women’s Fellowship of our church held its annual Spring Tea. The hosts this year were yours truly and my pal, Brenda, who came down with food poisoning the morning of the event and couldn’t join us, so I was on my own. The great thing, though, is that I wasn’t really on my own because I had so many wonderful women to help me!
Fellowship Hall, decorated and ready for the crowd to arrive!
Now that Easter has passed (and the swelling has gone down in my fingers enough to allow me to type) and I’ve spent time reflecting back on previous Easter seasons, I realize that most of the impactful memories of mine surrounding this holiday are from my childhood. Overflowing Easter baskets from a very generous Easter Bunny who must have had Santa on speed dial since he brought me stuff I had been wanting. Ham dinners at my grandparents’ house, followed by Easter egg hunts and the hope that I’d find an egg or two with a dollar inside instead of candy. (Even at six years old, I’d choose cash over sugar.) Continue reading
Early Sunday mornings, well before the sun peeks over the Cascades range, I love to climb from beneath the warmth of my quilts, close the cracked window letting in all that chilly Pacific Northwest air, and head downstairs. Continue reading
Had I not turned off my alarm at 6:30a and then accidentally slept until 9:08a, this would have been the most perfect of Sundays. Despite my proclivity of alarm avoidance (third time this long holiday weekend), I managed to have the kind of Sunday that truly prepares me to deal with commuting and general ridiculousness on Monday. Continue reading
Let me preface the following paragraphs by saying this – I’m not just writing this to share my thoughts out into the faceless, endless black hole of the internet. I would love comments/thoughts on this topic. I’m inquiring because I’m truly, honestly curious and I want to have a real discussion (not a debate or argument) on this topic.
I’ve made no secret of my spiritual challenges on this blog. I’ve moved around and I’ve left churches and I’ve explored others, and at the end of the day, I end up right where I was when I started – frustrated and confused. Over the past few months, I’ve been too worked up and busy with the move and my role at work to really focus on thing of the spiritual nature, but it’s the holiday season now and things are slowing down. I can breathe again, and I can think about things besides bus tables and traffic patterns and all those other things that dictate my life out here now. Naturally, as we finally get “settled” here, we want to find a home church. It’s important to us, not only for worship but for the community it fosters and that we so desperately need in a region where we have no family and only a few friends.
First, some facts I can deduce from my Christian journey so far:
A blog where I share my messages and interactions that I have with God
- A monastery of the Order of Cistercians of the Strict Observance -
I am just an ordinary woman with ordinary thoughts living an ordinary life. But through the grace of Jesus Christ, there is beauty in the ordinary. Look with me at the ordinary, that we might see His beauty.
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"In the sweetness of life, let there be laughter, because in the dew of little things the heart finds its joy."
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modesty without the frump.
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Two Bears And A Cat
A blog where I share my messages and interactions that I have with God
- A monastery of the Order of Cistercians of the Strict Observance -
I am just an ordinary woman with ordinary thoughts living an ordinary life. But through the grace of Jesus Christ, there is beauty in the ordinary. Look with me at the ordinary, that we might see His beauty.
graceful living . biblical virtue . feminine calling
Learning a Life of Self-Reliance
Christian, wife, mom, homeschooler, podcaster
Life on Wild Hare Farm 