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alone. married. single. not single.
It’s such a pervasive lie that it almost always sounds and feels like the truth. It is promoted by society and culture, movies, songs, novels and well-meaning friends. This lie that the culture keeps feeding us, keeps shoveling down our throats through our screens and our movies and our words, is that to be fulfilled, to be a success, to be happy, you must have a significant other. A boyfriend. A girlfriend. A husband. A wife. The idea is — you cannot be complete without romantic love. Get a person! Don’t be alone. Happiness is not happiness until it is shared. Soulmates. Better half. Til death do us part. It’s…
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about hope and band aids that only cover but don’t heal and the beauty that remains
A couple years ago there was this article circulating amongst the social media fodder about the dangerous use of Instagram and Facebook to make one’s life look unreasonably beautiful and perfect. And (way back then) I wrote a post about how I think it’s perfectly fine and completely fitting to share your favorite pretty moments and your kids dressed in plaid if you feel like it. I think that’s how I’ve been feeling again lately with posts and updates and all that jazz. There’s just so much and so much and piles on top of piles (and no, the extra so much is not a typo) of less than stellar moments…
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here’s to ordinary.
“Quality time” can never substitute for ordinary days spent doing ordinary things together. – Elisabeth Elliot
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that time ….
It’s that time of year. Summer’s demise. Sleeping in. Makeshift breakfasts. Lazy afternoons. Free range children. That’s all about to change. We’re heading toward morning routines, scheduled days, school work, regular bedtimes. And it always feels as if it has come so fast. I’m not drowning, but as I told my friend this week, I do feel a little sinky. There’s maybe a little too much water in my ship right now. I still need to pick up a couple of books to begin classes next week. I haven’t finalized what our daily schedule will look like this year. No one is used to waking up and eating breakfast at…
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good words III.
This is what He has given us to do, this task here on earth, not the task we aspired to do, but this one. The absurdities involved cut us down to size. The great discrepancy between what we envisioned and what we’ve got force us to be real. – Elisabeth Elliot
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The Next Thing
Today I woke up feeling . . . defeated. Like the battle was over and I had already lost. I read this quote once that Elisabeth Elliot (our Mosely Elliot’s namesake) had once said to her daughter. I read it probably ten years ago. Maybe more. But I still think about it nearly every day of my life. Especially on days when I just need to manage. To make it to the next day. Or the next afternoon. Or the next hour. Or whenever. She said, “Don’t think about everything you need to do. Just do the next thing.”
