Author: Lindsey

Alone. Cast out. Overwhelmed. Broken.

For those of you who are new here or have wondered about my “newsletter” tab, I thought I would include a short update. If you have been following my blog through WordPress, you likely receive automated post notifications. Recently, I began a weekly newsletter through Mailchimp in which you will receive emails directly from me. Though I do not yet have a pop-up form on the blog, I created a “newsletter” tab if you would like to join my email list. I am so thankful for each one of you, and would love to have you join me. Now, for my monthly lookback…

I am sharing a sketch I wrote a few weeks back, one that is very close to my heart. At times, I have found myself stuck in figurative “court room.” Along with the enemy’s condemnation, I have condemned myself and rejected grace. At another’s wise suggestion, I have outlined what my “thought-based” court room would look like–and reconstructed what it should look like. There is only one who has the final say–and He has already rested our case.

After a recent flare, my focus has become cloudy, and my resolve weakened. The last couple of days, however, have forced me to look outward, to embrace what is in front of me. Yesterday, we toured the downtown area. We had traveled that way before, but I was young and my memory has faded.

*For the month of July, my weekly travel journal is taking the place of my monthly lookback. Next month, I will continue my lookback posts (and include some of my reads from July ;))*

Day 4 in our new “home.”

The drizzly morning quickly gave way to an afternoon mist. After peeling ourselves from our books, my dad and I pulled on our rain jackets and set out into the damp air. Though I managed to avoid the water pooling on the sidewalk, the sky confirmed I would return home wet.

*one month ago*

I am drawn out of a daze to look around at the boxes in my room. Each room holds a share of fond memories that I will soon have to leave behind. I walk along the hallway and remember the laughs and tears, the hugs and frustrations that have filled our home. Here is where I my energy soured, and crashed. I’ve loved our country home. Yet, there is so much more ahead.

So much more.

*For the next month, I will be doing something a bit different. In addition to my usual Sunday posts, I will also be posting journal entries every Thursday, chronicling our extended move. I hope you enjoy having a peek into my not so everyday life.*

Leaning upon the smudged glass, I stared up at the endless night sky, looking for a sparkle of light. Whenever I do not want to face the world, I open my window, and find solace in the cool hush of the evening. While my eyes scanned the night for a star, I searched within for a reason to continue. More than a picturesque view, I needed hope.

After a long month, I wondered if I would even have happy moments to share. But I just had to look more closely to see what is always present. More on that next week…here a few joys and changes that speckled my month.