A Prayer for a College Student at Winter Break:
Breathe on our winter break mornings with late alarms and warm hands around mugs, that we might be quietly shaped by gratitude.
We surrender our desire to prove, and our tendency to hide.
We lay down our propensity to fix our families.
Our certainty is in you and of this we are sure, you hold our families even closer than we do, so we partner with you in prayer and we surrender what’s left to mend.
Let us be moved to speak words that matter among family and friends, and be slow to aggravation and quick to understand.
Grace be on our days to receive new callings.
Mercy be on our minds to form new rhythms.
Courage be in our souls to listen for what you’re inviting us into.
Lay your hand on our winter break evenings that we would find ourselves lingering around tables with people who love you or love us and sometimes both.
May we be called your disciples, regardless of time or place, working, weeping, or worshiping this Christmas, for Father you are not bound by time or place.
May the way we move through the world this next month spark in others the hope of coming glory.
Help us carve out space to be,
to be with you,
to be together,
to find our way back to your loving embrace. Walking with you now, walking with you all the way home.
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Best Gifts for a Pregnant Friend 2021
I am 4 weeks away from the end of my pregnancy, and this season seems to be unlike any other.
Pregnancy has been very different from, well, not being pregnant, and I’m assuming that becoming an actual Mom will not be anything like pregnancy! Therefore…I’m guessing products I’m swearing by at the moment might be somewhat season-specific.
I’ve had this to-do on my list for a while to share the absolute hero products of my pregnancy so far. Things I found by trial and error, things that were recommended or given to me, things that make me more comfortable, and things that are just generally nice to have on hand.
Note: most of the things I choose are fragrance-free, non-toxic, and extensively researched for ingredients. Feel free to fact check me on that. I use the app ThinkDirty to make sure I’m not using beauty products with carcinogens or other scary things. And I use Labdoor as a 3rd party resource to check out the purity and bioavailability of any supplements or OTC medicines.
Happy shopping, for yourself or a friend!
// GIFTS OVER $50 //
I wrote this in November of 2017
Sharing here so I don’t forget…
11/20/2017
I wish you could have been with me at the Tennessee Aquarium last week.
I don’t even like aquariums. Something about places like that: Zoos, Malls, Museums...make me cranky. Visitors shuffle through in the same pattern and have the same experience as the last 300 people.
Diva behavior. I know.
Well, somehow Zach convinces me that I’ll just love the Chattanooga Aquarium.
Making our way through, I'm having a surprisingly pleasant time. Maybe it’s the lack of people with their smartphones out. What is it with people at aquariums taking scores of pictures of nameless gray fish behind glass? Like, are you planning to frame that or...
We pass stingrays that fly through the water and tanks of tiny tropical Nemos and around a corner to the darkest part of the journey.
You know the room.
People push their strollers right up to the glass and park them because even the littlest people are mesmerized here.
The space glows blue and I slow to a standstill. Hundreds of translucent, bell-shaped creatures ebb and weave to a song that only they can hear. I choose just one to watch.
A warm tear wavering on the edge of my lid surprises me as it drops fast onto my folded arms.
For three, maybe four days leading up to this aquarium trip there’s been a thought echoing in my head that sounds like,
"You’re not trying hard enough.”
Standing in front of the jellyfish tank was like taking off a pair of headphones with that phrase on repeat.
Every sound in my soul is empty-chapel quiet watching the pulse of jellyfish.
I’m a mammals girl. Give me a pet I can hug. Not a slimy sea dweller that inflicts day-ruining injury upon unsuspecting beach-goers. But that hot tear rolls down my forearm and onto my shirt with another one close behind.
Rising and falling in a four foot tank is all this creature who is 90% water will ever do.
And it’s enough.
He can’t deny his symmetrical, gelatinous form. He can’t be anything besides what he was created to be. His movements start right in the center of his being. His umbrella-shape folds and opens and I see the Hand of God.
Detailed.
Thoughtful.
Complete.
This jellyfish doesn’t need to be a graceful stingray to lead me to the feet of the Creator. He doesn’t even need to be the fastest or the biggest. He simply has to be.
With my hands clasped around my coffee mug for warmth this morning, I ask the Father for the desire to ebb through my day with gentle simplicity. And maybe, like a worry-free jellyfish, accepting exactly what I was created to be will somehow cause even just one person to see the Creator.
Praying that for you, too.