Fewer things cause me to freak out more than a creative rut. Well, maybe restaurants attached to gas stations and THEN a creative rut, but I digress.
Recently, I hit a MAJOR funk and think I finally figured out why. I’m a fixer, I hate when things feel unsettled. I want to get to the bottom of it, find a solution and keep plowing forward. But sometimes your brain and body just do not get on board with that business. They want rest and fun and they will get all kinds of defiant until they get some.
Michiganders, you rock. You put up with things like “I-696,” “February,” and “Ohio State Fans.” You endure endless ridicule for extending your left hand when someone asks where you live. You understand the sheer GENIUS that is the “Michigan Left.” And you friend, are fully aware that “Vernors” is every grandmother’s cure for what ales you. You’re not afraid of a little snow and you can correctly pronounce weirdo city names like “Ypsilanti” & “Mackinac.” You return cans for 10 cents a piece and you know that “Rock n Rye” kicks “Red Pop” in the butt every. day. of. the. week.
And, if you’re anything like us, you look forward to Summer with longings that some would deem as inappropriate. It’s such an exciting time of year!
Just over one year ago we officially pitched our tent on the inter webs with our weekly blog, No Small Life. We shared our story and quickly found that the unforeseen life circumstances of countless people had left them feeling broken and hopeless. Our hearts became so drawn to see others find hope again that we had to do more. So we set out, working tirelessly behind the scenes to bring about the next level of what God was so obviously placing before us.
When I was a little girl I had no problem celebrating life. But I’ve noticed that throughout this whole “growing-up-aging-process-thing,” if you’re not purposeful, you can become a version of yourself you don’t really like. “Adulting,” as the internet and slogan tees love to term it, can really impede on your ability to just enjoy daily life. For many of us, when we reach “maturity,” we exchange our pursuit of joy for the more serious attributes we now deem necessary to navigate our lives.
As a result things like busyness, fear, loneliness, deadlines, sickness, unmet expectations and heartache can become the dictator of our actions.
But what if God, in all of His foresight and wisdom, designed simple everyday kind of celebrations as the ideal antidote to counterbalance the pressures He knew we’d walk through in this life?
I almost missed it yesterday. One of those moments when you’re so in your head that you almost walk right past a “God-opportunity” without so much as a second glance. Yea, I had one of those.
Our world has been a little full lately. Full with good, exciting, challenging, and scary things. Things that we didn’t anticipate would throw us for so much of a loop as they did.
Within a 6 week time frame we got our house ready to put on the market, and sold it within 2 days…without us having another place to call home.
That wasn’t stressful at all. 😐
I’ll never forget the first time Megan and I sat down with our financial advisor.
We were 22 years old and oh-so-eager to develop a financial plan for our future.
I had visions of us saving for retirement, giving generously to our church, and buying some “much needed” stuff for our new house.
You know, like “man-chairs” and gas grills.
Then, after looking over all of our finances, our advisor looked us dead in the eye and said something that was really embarrassing to hear.
Hey you, Merry Christmas! We are THRILLED you stopped by. Come on in! Welcome to our place. Get cozy, take a look around. The only decision you have to make in the next 5 minutes if you’d rather have candy canes or marshmallows in your hot chocolate. Wait…you want both? Way to let your hair down.