Welp, today I officially turn twenty. O.o I feel so old, good gracious. So far my birthday has been amazing, especially the part where almost 30 of my friends sent me birthday videos that GAHHH made me smile so hard. If you’re reading this, dears – thank you for making my day X100. ❤ ❤ ❤ I love you girls so much!
*deep breath* Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. This birthday post is going to be one of my favorite kinds – a pretty golden hour photoshoot, because those make me happy. 🙂 And instead of photo captions, maybe I’ll do kind of a “Thoughts On…” ramble about how it feels to not be a teenager anymore because whyyyy does everyone act like it’s terrible to be one? It can be, but it can also be wonderful. So yeah.
Let’s go for a walk and take pictures of flowers and chat about life. Let’s have a golden day, shall we?
Have you ever been out walking in the golden evening when the world is soft and quiet and the honey sun coats everything?
Have you ever seen the brown and dull things glow around the edges, gilded by the light, or a sullen cloud with a silver lining and just… it just looked beautiful, even if it was the saddest looking thing the last time you passed by? Sometimes the light makes flowers on the trees where nothing exists but brown buds, shining and illuminated with warmth.
What I am asking is, have you ever seen the sun transfigure ordinary things into something glorious?
I have seen it happen. And I know, whatever happens, I cannot quite give up hope…
I think the self-care movement is, at its foundation, a socially-acceptable excuse for selfishness.
Yet I’m all for self-care! See, it’s just the self-care movement that makes me sad. And today I’m going to try to explain why a way that’s hopefully helpful and productive, not just a bunch of complaining – since that’s not good #selfcare however you look at it. 😉
If you read this post and disagree – which, let’s be real, is gonna happen a lot – please still feel free to leave a comment below! I really want to hear from you. *nods* Either way, I hope this post makes you think, because we need more of that.
Okay. *deep breath* Here’s my take on self care as a Christian teen.
I think by now it’s kind of a tradition for me to post a little Christmas retelling around the 25th, right? 😉 (You can read my previous stories here and here.) This time I wrote a short story from Joseph’s point of view. Joseph seems to get overlooked, despite the difficult and important role he played in Jesus’ birth and life, so I wanted to highlight him for once.
Of course, although this is based on one of the greatest true stories in history, I added a lot of details from my imagination, using bits I learned from the sermon last Sunday, the story of Joseph in Matthew 1 + Jesus’ birth in Luke 2, and just general knowledge I have collected from past Christmas story research. 🙂
I hope you enjoy this little story about the incredible miracle:
“Thou who art God beyond all praising, all for love’s sake becamest man; stooping so low, but sinners raising heavenwards by thine eternal plan.” – “Thou Who Wast Rich Beyond All Splendor
I just finished another Bible journal, so I thought today I’d show you some of my favorite verses and pages from it! 🙂 If you recall from my other Bible journal posts, right now I’m rereading the Bible, one chapter at a time, and copying down my favorite verse from each chapter in a notebook, theoretically with pretty lettering, although it doesn’t always turn out that way. 😛 I love looking back at the verses I wrote out in the past and reflecting on them in these posts!
Ready for some encouraging Bible verses and pretty lettering inspiration? Let’s get started!
Today I have some more poetry + fall aesthetics for you. I’m really excited about both! I went outside just as the sun was setting the other day to get some September-y photos and then had fun editing to make them even more so. I interspersed a few pictures throughout the poem and added the rest at the end because I couldn’t bear to leave them out. 🙂
If you’re excited for fall, you might enjoy this post! If you’re not – well, maybe you’ll be excited for it now. 😛
Enjoy, my friends!
***NOTE: I had to re-publish this a couple of times since WordPress wasn’t cooperating. Sorry if you’ve seen it more than once!***
Anyway. Here’s an interesting question: how would you describe your favorite color to a blind person? It’s HARD, isn’t it? I tried writing a description of my favorite color without the word “purple” in it, and had so much fun that I wrote a bunch more!
Today I’m going to try to describe ten different colors in no particular order using little poems or sketches in such a way that you can figure out which color I’m referring to without me actually naming it. (Did that make any sense?) I’ll follow each sketch with a photo in case you need a hint, so scroll slow if you don’t want spoilers. XD Have fun!
SPRING IS FINALLY HERE! The world is looking green and pink and yellow and lovely around here, and I’m so happy about it. The redbud in front of our house is in full bloom, so of course I took a heap of photos. 😉 I hope you enjoy this explosion of pink, along with a few pictures of me playing around with the lacy shadows and trying not to squint too much in the bright sun. 😛
There’s not a whole lot to say by way of captions, so I decided to let the photos speak for themselves, and weave in a springy poem I wrote instead. (I got this idea partly from Clara’s lovely post here!)
I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I thoroughly enjoyed making it. 🙂
Do you worry? I do. I’m nearly always worrying about something or other, and I’m not proud of it. During the past few years, as we moved from one farm to another, it felt like I lived in a whirlwind of uncertainties and anxiety about the future.
Moving might sound petty compared to the worries you’re facing right now, and it very well could be. Moving was a small thing, relatively speaking. As complicated and slightly terrifying as it was to move an entire farm… we were just relocating two hours away.
Past worries have a way of shrinking to their proper size as we travel farther down the road and gain perspective. Present or future worries, however, can loom over our heads like tottering sequoias, filling our whole vision and threatening to crush us with their weight.
I hope this post reminds you to take a few steps back from the tree that’s sprouting new branches of worry every moment. I hope it reminds you that you don’t have to (and indeed, can’t) chop down this forest alone, but that you can hand your burden to the Carpenter who is building something beautiful from the wood.