This weekend I discovered what my life has been missing....

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The Ultimate Comfort Beverage: Peaches & Cream Tea

Cabin time!

The cabin is incredible! I just can't even handle it. No agendas lead to days like these. Fell asleep to David Crowders new album Rest while riding over the blizzard frenzied pass. Slept in til noon this morning (afternoon). Spent the rest of the afternoon crocheting a scarf. Surprise run into old friends at dinner. Delicious gelato. Met by Tim, Annie, and the girls. Snuggled with a little sleeping Ari while watching a movie. Excited for tomorrow! Excited to be joined by Heather and the boys!

Another vocation day. Crunch time.

I feel like God just keeps asking, "what do you want?" and all I can say back is "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!" 

"A day of vocational discernment"

The ball is finally rolling on my vocational narrative.  This is a taste of the story that I plan to lace throughout...

This is the chronicle of a pilgrimage of discovery,
in hindsight, realities known more deeply through encounters of greater understanding,
and passions grasped through experience,
roused to action.

My six member family lived in one of the homely cottages amidst a forest, recognized by all as Ayah’s territory, richly full of depth that I had not yet the sensibility to fathom.  I stepped out among the cottages along the level path whose curve, several steps before me, hid what was beyond.  I thought about nothing, the kind of ‘nothing’ that begs no questions or has no inquiry into what little was visible.  For scarcely clear was my vision as the shade of the trees left dim patches over all my surroundings.  All I could see was the reality of things directly in view.  So far I knew this terrain well.  Yet, a sense of something more, momentarily revealed by flickers of light through the tree’s foliage, beckoned me on.  I took a few more steps and rounded the bend continuing past a small family of crickets, chirping quietly among several stones at my feet.  I’d grown so accustomed to their sound that it hardly found way into my consciousness and I quickly moved on.  Yet their sound followed me.  

John Piper, this is so frustrating!

http://www.desiringgod.org/resource-library/conference-messages/the-frank-and-manly-mr-ryle-the-value-of-a-masculine-ministry

"Settling" -Denise Levertov

This poem was shared with me a week or two ago and I can't stop thinking about it! Seattle is an amazing place! "Grey is the price of neighboring with eagles, of knowing a mountain's vast presence, seen or unseen." Love it!

I was welcomed here—clear gold
of late summer, of opening autumn,
the dawn eagle sunning himself on the highest tree,
the mountain revealing herself unclouded, her snow
tinted apricot as she looked west,
tolerant, in her steadfastness, of the restless sun
forever rising and setting.
Now I am given
a taste of the grey foretold by all and sundry,
a grey both heavy and chill. I've boasted I would not care,
I'm London-born. And I won't. I'll dig in,
into my days, having come here to live, not to visit. 
Grey is the price 
of neighboring with eagles, of knowing
a mountain's vast presence, seen or unseen.

Crown Hill: Bob Ross Party

Loved being little artists with the cousins!

Crown Hill: Bob Ross Party: Yesterday I went to a Bob Ross painting party with a bunch of cousins, and some aunts and an uncle. It was fun! We followed along with a B...