Out of my groove

And just like that, almost a month has passed since I last blogged. Oops. I feel like I’m out of my blogging groove. I can’t say too much has been going on, just the usual: work, pet sitting, freelance writing, church, spending time with Jimmy, our families, and friends. You know, life!


Since I finished school, I hardly ever go on my computer. I don’t have much time between work and household chores, and when I do have spare time to goof off, I usually spend it hanging out with my cute husband, reading, or baking, and I’m okay with that.

While I would like to keep up with blogging as much as I used to, I’m not going to stress about it. I’m still reading blogs (hi friends!), but haven’t been commenting as much. I still truly enjoy keeping up with my blog friends’ lives!


I thought about quitting blogging altogether, but it made me feel super sad because I’ve been writing here since 2010, and I have made some great friends through this little space. I really believe that blogging is what you make of it. Your blog can be a space of positivity, joy, and connection. It can be a place to vent, teach, or record your life. Whatever it is, it’s your choice, and that’s what’s so amazing about blogging.

I love sharing, learning, and making new friends, and that’s why I don’t think I’m ready to completely give it up. The feeling I get when I write about my life and how God works in it is so wonderful, and I want to continue to do it in the future, though it may be less often than in the past few years.

I do have some stories and pictures I want to share, but I’ll save them for next time! I just wanted to pop in and update everyone on why I’ve been missing for the past month ;)

Bloggers, have you ever thought about quitting blogging?
Why do you blog?

Learning to trust

I love to write in my journal. I’m pretty sure I’ve kept a journal since I could hold a pencil in my hand. I’ve even posted a picture of the entry I wrote after the first time I hung out with Jimmy. I have a collection of colored and patterned notebooks that are filled with notes from when I’m meditating on scripture, drawings in the margins, stickers, pictures, and thoughts on what was going on in my life at the time.


Sometimes, when I’m feeling reflective, I’ll pull out an old journal and flip through it. Occasionally, I’ll find one of my well-loved and tattered journals with the same month or date, and I’ll read up on what I was doing one, two, or seven years ago this month. It’s kind of astonishing how much I forget.