Author: Lindsey

Eternity changes everything. Yet to be fully life-changing, the hope of eternity must be coupled with the right understanding of our creation. After nearly 18 years and countless Old Testament lessons, the important of Genesis 1:31 finally struck me.

“Home is the nicest word there is.” – Laura Ingalls Wilder

Some dreams are meant to fade. Others are meant to unfold in seasons. I found the latter true on Thursday when I began vocal lessons with a new instructor. Finding her was all God-ordained. In fact, I had given up on my dream of music.

The season feels much like a hamster wheel. Stores are stocked with colored notebooks and backpacks in preparation for the new school year. Leaves are turning, nights are cooling, and apples are baking. The story that repeats each year shows us that change never truly changes. We prepare for the expected, the changing of seasons fostering hope for the next.

The words are raw, ones I have prayed over and over. There I learn names for my doubts and fears, my thanks and longing. The tears reveal my own and the pages uncover what I bury. The Psalms often seem to reflect my own heart.

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.