Thursday, December 18, 2014

december, a list


Christmas lights Christmas lights2 Loki Thor Thor2

Tillamook vanilla bean Greek yogurt with oats and honey granola. The main reason I even eat breakfast.

my husband… duh.
my kitties.

Rich Dad Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki.

listening to:
Mannheim Steamroller Christmas music.

Forever and Once Upon a Time.

to Jillian’s No More Trouble Zones and Banish Fat Boost Metabolism. Deathly, but they feel so good!

this amazing landscape photographer from my home county.

new friends. :)

to visit my Pennsylvania family in January!

my horse.

working on:
a theological study on abiding in Jesus.
yet another ballet curriculum and recital routine.
marketing my photography.

for grace upon grace.

for the peace and joy of the Lord.

Monday, December 1, 2014

happy december


Goldendale2 Rainbow4

I’m on the tail end of a really nasty sickness as December is ushered in with glorious sunshine and twenty degree nights. Here are two pictures from my Thanksgiving weekend—the first, taken as Sam and I drove away from my beautiful Klickitat Valley on our way home from the holiday feasting with my family; the second, God’s glory painted on the skies over the farm a day earlier. I stand in awe, I see myself as I am and I repent in dust and ashes. I’m thankful for the grace of God.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

grace upon grace



I have been told that I am a writer.

I started writing stories when I was ten years old—about the same time I started journaling every day, jotting down silly details about a very ordinary ten-year-old life. I’m twenty now, and every day of the past ten years has been recorded by my pen.

But you have often read my laments that I just can’t find any words. That there is nothing inside of me to say. I called it writer’s block and I called it lack of inspiration and I eventually just denied the idea that I was ever meant to be a writer.

I was quite wrong.

On Sunday, November 9, I sat in church listening to a sermon about grace. For the first few minutes I let my mind wander—I know grace, I thought smugly. I don’t need to hear this. But as Pastor Karl went on, it occurred to me that my mindset alone proved that I was indeed in desperate, dire need of grace.

Grace is called God’s indescribable gift (2 Corinthians 9:15). Grace is God’s favor toward me when I do not in any way deserve it. Grace is the Holy One letting Someone else volunteer to take my death penalty. Grace is every breath that I take and every day I wake up with health and vitality.

And the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, and we saw His glory, glory as of the only begotten from the Father, full of grace and truth. . . . For of His fullness we have all received, and grace upon grace.        - John 1:14, 16

And sitting there listening to Pastor Karl say again what I have heard a thousand times throughout a lifetime of churchgoing, but this time finally letting the words penetrate my hard heart, I felt again this almost foreign urge… to write.

Since then, I’ve been writing an average of two hours a day. It’s not a story, but rather an exploration of some key biblical truths about a topic I feel very strongly about: the biblical functioning of the church body. Maybe it will be a very long essay; maybe it will be a book. I don’t know. But it startles me how easily the words come when at the forefront is not a self-oriented goal to write something amazing, but a gazed fixed with awe on the nature of the God who inspires every word.


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