Long Time No Talk.

I can’t believe how long it’s been since I last updated this blog. So much change, so much newness, and so much life has been lived since I last wrote here.

I suppose a lot of it has been because, while this is supposed to be a family blog, it’s just me here.

I have no high-reaching goals of becoming a pro blogger at the moment. No big projects are underway. I suppose it has felt a little narcissistic to do another post about me, decorating, or the house, but right now, that’s all that I have to report.

You may have noticed that I just use Mr. S as a nickname for my husband. That is intentional, as I never want to invade on his privacy as long as this blog is public. Unfortunately, the same applies to his job and the way he spends his days, and so I’ve got nothing.

However, looking back on all that’s happened these past few months, I realize I truly regret not recording more.

I quit my job, Mr. S left for some more long-term work, we had a precious college student living with us, I started two new jobs, I’ve taken a great girls’ trip, and none of it is documented here.

I guess I’ve been so caught up in everyone else’s sweet, precious, excited wishes for the next steps in life (“When will your husband be home?” “When will you have kids?” “Are you starting your own business?”), that I’ve begun to believe the lie that the life I’m leading right now isn’t quite good enough. Directionless though it may be, is important and OK and good. And maybe even worth sharing.

I can’t quite explain how hard, draining, and hopeless these last three-and-a-half years have felt at times. But it would be harder still to fully express how exciting, new, gratifying, fruitful, growth-filled, horizon-expanding, and refining they’ve been, either.

There have been days where I don’t want to get out of bed or shower or take care of myself. But there have been days when I’ve woken up with more drive and determination than ever before.

There have been days when I’ve doubted nearly every choice I’ve made. But there have been days when I’ve felt excitement and such a clear calling. I love that life is full of variety like this.

Every once in a while, I fight the feeling that I’m an island and alone, and then the Lord sends me sweet friends who insist on inviting me, hanging out, and encouraging me.

Nearly every prayer I posted as one of my “26 aspirations” has come into fruition in such a short timeline (even if I still am no cook), and I can’t express how much I’ve seen God’s goodness in this season.

None of the many blessings lavished upon me have been shared, and that needs to change!

With that said, I’m re-committing to posting on this silly little blog, because I still do long for a record of our days. Even if only one half of the story is available, I’ll tell it here anyway.

So, my news may not be a baby on the way, or a homecoming, or a new career, or anything particularly impressive or accomplished. But it will be mine. And I believe wholeheartedly that life is good right now, that it’s OK to be figuring things out, that it’s OK to be waiting, and that I’ll be ready to step out into the next adventure soon. I just don’t know what that looks like just yet.

I’ll keep being the nerd who is elated to share success in planting peonies or hydrangeas, deliberates over paint colors as seriously as others deliberate over investments, and who experiences life in an unusually-emotional way (and then overshares as always right here on this blog).

 

I’ll have a few catch-up posts in the next few weeks, then I’ll begin sharing updates and new content as I’d always intended. It may be boring things like moving around the artwork, or setting a table just right, or reorganizing a room, but it’ll be things I love.🙂

Thanks for your patience if you read along. Thanks for caring even if it’s just me. Thank you to you precious people who say things like, “I miss your posts! I want to know what’s happening with you!” I can’t express how undeserved that kind of care feels.

Best,
Lindsey

March and April

This month has brought another hard goodbye, sweet time in the family of God, home projects, and precious blessings.

I’m weary in my body and mind, but joyful in my soul.                     One of the two porch dates we squeezed in. Coffee, gardening magazines, and my favorite company.  Incredible, authentic college students.         

 Last day of feeling like a “normal” family for a while.   

        

                             

Praise for Faithfulness

   I prayed that this sweet little home would be a place for God’s people to gather. Oh, how He has answered!  Thankful for the opportunity to feed and welcome some incredible college students who are seeking after the Lord! Thankful to get to dive into the Word with willing, eager learners. Thankful for an incredible team of leaders to serve alongside. Thankful for a precious young man from the group witnessing to our neighbors. 

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Aspirations In This Heart

A list of 26 life goals at 26 years old. 

  1. I hope to grow to be a more knowledgable, obedient, set apart lover and follower of Jesus. 
  2. I want to play an instrument I enjoy. I don’t know what that is, yet, but it’s nothing I’ve dabbled in so far.
  3. I want to be a disciplined student of The Word who memorizes books of scripture.
  4. I want to be the woman to whom no one bothers to gossip, because they know it will fall on deaf ears. 
  5. I want to do art all the time. It’s a luxury, I know, but it breathes life into me.
  6. I will continue to pray for more patience; and I want to grow in the discipline to fight the first knee-jerk reactions of irritation or defensiveness that easily influence my heart. This includes my critical attitude toward others.
  7. I want to be secure enough in my identity in Christ that I am a refreshment to others. I don’t want to be an insecure person people must reassure, I don’t want to project my fears onto others, I just want to be calm and confident enough to “get over myself” and focus on others.
  8. I want to experience the strength and freedom that come from taking good care of my body by exercising and eating healthy foods. I don’t want to choose these things over more important things and I don’t want to idolize them, but I do want to treat my body as a temple.
  9. I want to say, “Yes!” to adventures. I am a homebody at heart, but I want to travel with my husband and try new things because he would love it. 
  10. I want to read again. I used to do it voraciously. As responsibilities have piled up, I have pushed it to the side. I read a bit of non-fiction, but fiction grows my heart.
  11. I want to invite people into my home all the time, both friends and strangers.
  12. I want to house someone who the Lord gives us who has no place to go; I want to be able to share our blessings with those who need it rather than keeping them to ourselves. 
  13. I want to learn to cook a few meals that make people grin when they take a bite. 
  14. I want to be a mother to someone who doesn’t have one. I don’t know if this will look like fostering a child or mentoring someone younger, but I know nurturing and encouraging are two of my gifts. I know that Lord created me to love a little more fiercely and to empathize more heartily than some. But these gifts are useless in the form of hands-off, far-away pity. 
  15. I want to boldly speak up for the downtrodden and meek when it’s unpopular to do so. From refugees to children to marginalized groups. 
  16. I want to make peace with my darker skin, shake off the negative feelings I’ve caught from our lost, silly culture, and believe without a doubt that I am fearfully and wonderfully made. 
  17. I want to look at my physical flaws, shrug, and move on.
  18. I want my husband to be able to say that I supported him in his dreams and callings. 
  19. I know I thrive in a supporting role; I want to embrace being the organizer, the facilitator, the quiet helper in the background, and the helper, because it’s where I thrive. I don’t want to long for the spotlight because others thrive there.
  20. I want to work hard with my hands. I want to fold our laundry, can produce, make meals, make repairs, lift children, and scrub floors.
  21. I want to love people just as they are, in spite of their flaws, but then I want to encourage them to grow, because I believe that’s a more loving, authentic friendship. 
  22. I want to be so consumed with how scripture, sermons, and rebukes apply to me that I don’t even think of who else needs to hear it.
  23. I want to go to the beach as much as possible because seeing the ocean makes me cry.
  24. I hope to continue to be unable to finish reading many children’s stories aloud without crying, because I always want to be moved by the goodness and kindness they often depict.
  25. I want all who see me to have no doubts in their ability to say, “That is a woman who loves her church/her nation/her pastor/her husband/her children/her state, her family/her friends.” Not blindly, not naively, but wholeheartedly.
  26. I want to be a teacher who consistently builds children up and never tears them down. I want to humanize, inspire, and celebrate each of my students.

Thanksgiving

This year, I was blessed to host a small “friendsgiving” for some sweet girlfriends from church. 

       Thursday, we headed to Mr. S’s sister’s house for lunch, and to Mom and Dad’s place for dinner.  

  

  

 We enjoyed dinner with the Samples, and my fun best friend joined our celebration, too!    

      This little lady and I played tag.     The next day, my best friend and I did some Christmad shopping for Rick’s family. The theme of the day was all-local, and we enjoyed stopping by The Amberleaf, Stella’s, Billi Jean’s, Swaney Swift’s, and The Velvet Antler; all Gallatin businesses.