As my husband and I take our morning walks, our feet shuffle through piles of leaves throughout the neighborhood. We find ourselves admiring homes and giving input on what we’d do differently. We speak of the “what ifs” and the “let’s just not ever do that.” Because we’ve owned and remolded numerous homes, we have definite opinions on what we think works and what doesn’t. We use it to share our own ideas with each other. It helps to know what the other one likes when it comes to rearranging our own home. It keeps us on the same page
Sometime in the spring I found some adorable outfits on Pinterest that I wanted to try. They all involved a nice white t-shirt with bright colored statement necklaces and the rest was left to my imagination. For years I haven’t purchased much of anything white for a couple of reasons. The first is that I bought into the whole “dark colors make you look slimmer” approach to life. I’ve had black dominating my closet forEVER because it was safe. Right behind the first reason was the fact that whenever I wore white I inevitably also showcased whatever I had just
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Sometime in the early spring I happened to be online when an invitation went out to be part of a launch team for the latest book by Jen Hatmaker. For the Love: Fighting for Grace in a world of impossible standards. I was introduced to Jen a few years ago and have often been changed by her words. Her blog is full of her humor and wit in the middle of her raw stories of grace. By her real life examples she has shown me what it really means to touch others the way Jesus touched us. Jen has also been
That’s me, highlighted in the center of the photo. My high school volleyball coach told me my thighs looked like “cottage cheese”. That was her way of encouraging me to go on a diet. It was’t about my playing ability or my health, she only addressed my looks. The fact that I ran around the court in shorts diving after balls and learning to serve turned me more than a little self conscious about playing in front of people. The fact that I had started dieting at 13 wasn’t enough. That wasn’t the sole comment that played in my mind over