beautiful things

you dressed the trees and you saw their splendor

Month: May, 2012

Matthew 6:34″G…

Matthew 6:34
“Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.”

i’m a worrier. a great, big, obnoxious worrier. it runs in my family, but i can’t use that as an excuse. sometimes it will be something small, but in my head i dwell on it and dwell on it, fretting, biting my nails until it becomes huge and nagging. it makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about it. i become obsessed. the “what if?”s consume me and i withdraw. i panic. i worry about whether i’ll get everything i’m convinced i need to get done done, i worry about what i want to accomplish, i worry about what i want to be, i worry about what i’m not. 

i’m so thankful for jarrett. he sees right through me and tells me what exactly he’s seeing.  

“the housework, the job, all that…it’s secondary. that’s not what your first priority is.” 

Matthew 6:30-33
“If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you? What I’m trying to do here is to get you to relax, to not be so preoccupied with getting, so you can respond to God’s giving. People who don’t know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. Don’t worry about missing out. You’ll find all your everyday human concerns will be met.”

just slap me in the face, why don’t ya? gosh, Jesus. getting a little personal there. 




my dearest husb…

my dearest husband and I took a much needed stay-cation this weekend, and I was quite sad to come home. we spent two nights in a darling historic hotel, The Stonefort Inn, built in 1909. our bed was a solid wood four poster and was insanely soft. original wood floors and staircases, exposed brick walls, transom windows, subway tiles, jaccuzzi tub, with a gourmet breakfast. 


the white chocolate raspberry scones were to die for. trust me. 


we hit up the tennessee aquarium, the IMAX, rock city and ruby falls. 


the fairyland cavern was pretty creepy actually. storybook characters that looked like they were made out of paper mache and fingerpainted with glow paint surrounded by damp rock…pretty freaky. 

we also tried out some great restaurants. I highly recommend the fried pickles from the Pickle Barrel, along with the pom tots and herder pie from The Honest Pint. 


it was nice to get away, nice to take a break. it was nice to not have to impress people and just be with the one you love. it was nice to sleep. it was very very nice. 



i lied. it was awesome. i love my husband. 


 set a fire do…



set a fire down in my soul that I can’t contain and I can’t control … I want more of You, God! I want more of You, God!

it’s kinda beautiful out here tonight…

you can’t tell that I woke up this morning to find the leaves outside my window drenched and dripping, eagerly soaking in the long overdue drink they’d been waiting for. the sky is a crisp, clean blue, fading into a light, warm yellow as the last bit of the sun dips behind Lookout Mountain. there’s a ginger tabby cat sitting on the other side of my porch railing, meowing harshly at me every time I make eye contact or try to get him (or she? we’re don’t know each other well enough to start asking those kind of personal questions yet …) to let me pet him.

I wish I had a cat. or a dog. someone furry to cuddle up with. I mean, my husband’s kinda furry, but he’s too big.

laundry is going, but it’s not ours. my brother-in-law, Ben, and his mommy-to-be wife, Hayley, are over tonight and they’re using our washer and dryer. it’s quiet in the house. no one’s talking to much tonight, but sometimes i prefer the silence. sometimes i like to just sit out here and listen to the robins chatter and the squirrels nag at each other. it’s a nice respite after all the noise that’s constantly in my head.

haha. the cat just squeezed through my porch railing and is now sitting at my feet while I scratch his ears. I hope no property managers see him up here or I may get a nasty note…




let’s see if I can follow through and actually write stuff on here more than once.