Sometimes my soul is so restless. I want to grab hold of myself and say just breathe. It will all come together. Today was one of those days that called for a Lavender bath 🍃 a glass of red and a good book plopped down right here.
This is where I plan to spend most of tomorrow catching up with with the new #makingamurderer - who’s been watching it? Any good? We’re just home from a lovely weekend away and I’m knackered #offtobed#nightnight
That kind of unproductive Sunday when instead of getting ready for next week, you just lay down in bed for hours, reading or telling stories. And you feel lucky with that morning walk to the bakery because at least there’s bread in the house for tomorrow’s breakfast!
Know the feeling?! #sundaze
That little doggie with her tongue always half out of her mouth. 🤦♀️ She’s standing there because she wants us to turn on the fireplace; it’s her favorite spot to be. So she’ll just sit and stare until we comply. 😄
🍂 Qui as les blues de l’automne ? Chez nous, on l’a tous un peu. Mais pour contrer ça, on se met plein de chandelles, on sort nos grosses couvertures, on lit proche du feu, on se fait plein de mets réconfortants, de boissons chaudes et surtout on se colle à 4 en écoutant des films! Ça aide beaucoup ❤️Avez-vous d’autres trucs? 📸: notre cafetière chemex chez la plus que talentueuse @brookandpeony
How we’re feeling about our aaaaalmost completed kitchen reno this morning! 🙌🏻👯♀️. Five years ago we moved into this fixer upper house with an unusable kitchen, and now I’m just so grateful for how it’s coming together. As if I already didn’t spend all my waking time in here with my love for baking and cooking... I’ll probably never leave now.
performance-ism, people pleasing, procrastinating, perfectionism: the four bullies (aka satan’s mediums) that sabotage our relationships. chances are the way we conduct our lives- our appearance, our homes, our resume, our feeds, directly relates to our desire to appear, in some tangible and controlling way, perfect. and, chances are, we excel in putting off, better yet procrastinate, our own calling- our family, life within our own four walls, a sabbath for ourselves to quiet and reenergize and realign our priorities with our actual God-intended purpose, all in hopes to instead please others first. there comes a time we say enough. when we refuse to be confined to the prisons others place us in. when we remember the promise that we are set free from high standards of family and friends (whom, by the way, most likely also have succumbed to one or four or any combination of these bullies) that shackle us to please and perform, that, try as we may we know always results in only utter exhaustion and further exposure of our imperfections even more. when we stand firm to a society that resounds conform. when we remember that it will be God and nobody else handing out tickets at eternity’s gates- not because of performance or good works or promotions or likes or standing ovations or approvals. but by grace alone. seasons come and go, time is never guaranteed but change almost assuredly is. “yes, my soul, find rest in God. my hope comes from Him”- psalm 62:5.