Hello! New to the neighborhood but it feels quite welcoming. I'm Elizabeth from Iowa, wife to Jeremy, mom to (almost) 11-year-old twins, and Charlie the dog and Jessie the cat. My job currently involves being a COVID vaccinator, so....its been a year.
I know I am new so my record is untested, but I am obsessively recommending A Psalm for the Wild Built by Becky Chambers. It is a novella that you will devour in one sitting. It is, quite honestly, the kindest book I have maybe ever read. It feels like warm hugs. It is truly the delightfulest of delights, and I hope everyone has a chance to find it.
I'm sad too. I'm sitting with you and the peaches...and I'm so so sorry about Claire. Praying over our collective kiddos and teachers and admin and families as we kick off year THREE. The big things feel too big to hold in my heart some days, so I've been quieter than usual. Clint Smith's book just arrived here, but hubby called dibs first. Praying over you and your emerging book, too, my friend! 🧡
So right about now, I am alternating between weeping for Afghanistan and everything we’ve left unfinished, gritting my teeth fiercely so I can get through the day with some sanity, crying over Haiti and all the heartache there or just shaking my head at how impossible we’ve made the situation with COVID. I am worn, I am weary, I am fatigued, I am spent and I am tired of feeling helpless. Then I take a deep breath or two or three and whisper my thanksgiving to the God who hears, the God who sees, the God who also weeps and try to wait for God’s breath to fill me with His good purposes. In my moments of levity, I laugh with my daughters, hug my friends and hold tight to the blessings I treasure and try to do better for those on my path. It is by no means enough but by God’s grace maybe my offering can be multiplied…thank you for sharing your heart. I see you, I hear you, I appreciate your gift…I thank our God for your presence and inspiration
Thanks for trusting us with your heartache and your hope. I've found my thoughts drifting to you and your situation quite often, from my safe island-at-the-bottom-of-the-world sanctuary here in Tasmania, Australia.
Hello! New to the neighborhood but it feels quite welcoming. I'm Elizabeth from Iowa, wife to Jeremy, mom to (almost) 11-year-old twins, and Charlie the dog and Jessie the cat. My job currently involves being a COVID vaccinator, so....its been a year.
I know I am new so my record is untested, but I am obsessively recommending A Psalm for the Wild Built by Becky Chambers. It is a novella that you will devour in one sitting. It is, quite honestly, the kindest book I have maybe ever read. It feels like warm hugs. It is truly the delightfulest of delights, and I hope everyone has a chance to find it.
I've been listening to Maid. I also have queued up Ready Player Two and Education. I'm clearly behind on my bookshelf lol.
I'm sad too. I'm sitting with you and the peaches...and I'm so so sorry about Claire. Praying over our collective kiddos and teachers and admin and families as we kick off year THREE. The big things feel too big to hold in my heart some days, so I've been quieter than usual. Clint Smith's book just arrived here, but hubby called dibs first. Praying over you and your emerging book, too, my friend! 🧡
So right about now, I am alternating between weeping for Afghanistan and everything we’ve left unfinished, gritting my teeth fiercely so I can get through the day with some sanity, crying over Haiti and all the heartache there or just shaking my head at how impossible we’ve made the situation with COVID. I am worn, I am weary, I am fatigued, I am spent and I am tired of feeling helpless. Then I take a deep breath or two or three and whisper my thanksgiving to the God who hears, the God who sees, the God who also weeps and try to wait for God’s breath to fill me with His good purposes. In my moments of levity, I laugh with my daughters, hug my friends and hold tight to the blessings I treasure and try to do better for those on my path. It is by no means enough but by God’s grace maybe my offering can be multiplied…thank you for sharing your heart. I see you, I hear you, I appreciate your gift…I thank our God for your presence and inspiration
Those BRB's from Claire are awesome. Love them. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for trusting us with your heartache and your hope. I've found my thoughts drifting to you and your situation quite often, from my safe island-at-the-bottom-of-the-world sanctuary here in Tasmania, Australia.