With my four crazy commutes and extended office hours, I’ve found myself with plenty of room for thought these days. There are lots of heart checks as I’m driving down 83. A few worry sessions as I head across 695. My mind is anywhere and everywhere, but mostly, it lands on the people I love. And specifically, lately, how I’m loving them.
I use the She Reads Truth app on my phone to read scripture daily and reflect on a devotional. I’ve been working my way through their women of the Old Testament study, and the woman I’ve been thinking about most this week is Miriam. I see a lot of myself in her story. She’s a big sister and a worrier and a warrior. Miriam loved so strongly and wanted to protect her brother and her people so badly that she forgot her place in it all; that she was never supposed to be the rescuer. God is the hero of the story, not Miriam. Even though, bless her heart, she tried.
And you know, that’s so me. I try. I’m a big sister and I love helping people and I love loving people. It’s the thing that has been a constant my entire life – sister, helper, lover of people. The catch is that while I can be all of those things, I cannot be the rescuer. I can serve and preach and share and love but I cannot be the savior of anyone’s story, not even my own.
Did you feel that, the big sigh of relief from all of the big sisters around? We don’t have to be the hero! There’s grace enough for us all! We can love well but we cannot love completely, and isn’t that amazing?
I don’t always get this right. My big sister instincts take over sometimes and I overstep and fumble my attempts at helping. The beauty of grace is that there is still room for me at the table, flawed sister self and all.
One of Luna’s less commonly known skills is that of a toy destroyer. Nothing pleases her quite like tearing the head off of an innocent stuffed toy. Just last week I had to return three failed toys because she ripped into them instantly and rendered them useless. Our poor pet store. This next round of toys looks somewhat more hopeful. I’ve got my eye on the peanut butter bone that is supposed to be thrown out when signs of wear are shown (aka – 5 minutes after Luna got a hold of it). But the tshirt rope bone might get to stick around for a while.
So much for the cute toys only rule I foolishly thought we’d live with – now we just do what we can to find toys that will survive our puppy. Wish her bones the best.
Do you have little pockets of space or certain areas of your home make your heart sing? A space that feels like the perfect balance of function and style? For me right now, that’s our entry spot. This is just at the top of the landing as you come up the stairs, and it serves to catch our incoming mail and keys. It’s also just a pretty little nook, and it makes me happy that the first thing I see when I walk into our apartment isn’t a cluttered mess. Let’s save that anxiety for the rest of the house, am I right?
What I’ve noticed about spaces that make me happy are a few different elements that keep repeating:
- Symmetry. Not everything has to be perfectly aligned, but some level of symmetry in color or placement goes a long way visually.
- Color palate. I tend to go for neutrals, both warm and cool, combined with a subdued hint of color in a few key spots. I have no qualms mixing warm grays with cool grays, or creams with whites. All neutral plus a little fun.
- Function. Without a place to put our keys or the mail, that stuff clutters other surfaces. In our case, a metal vase and an antique wooden planter serve to capture those items so they have an official home.
- Sentimentality. The candlesticks were a splurge for a college Kaitlin while abroad, but are so meaningful and remind me of my sweet Danish family when I use them. The deer was Joe’s first, which he killed as a young boy. These things are special to us, and I love that they get seen and used on an everyday basis.
- There’s not a really good word for this, but aside from the two special items above, everything is replaceable. We have very few things in our home that we’d be devastated to lose. I like that my home is made to be lived in, and that nothing is too fragile or precious to get actual use.
So that’s it. My key elements to a good space. Now if only my entire house was arranged by these rules…
Last month, I joined half of the Kira Nicole Photography team (the other half was busy with a two-week-old babe) for a double-header wedding weekend! Kelsey was so helpful and patient, and was a ton of fun to shoot with. Our very first wedding was on a Friday, and I loved the easy-going vibe and all of the pretty fall hues.
Here are a few of my favorite shots from Sarah and Corey’s beautiful wedding day. I loved capturing all of the woodsy details and the sweet portraits we managed during the reception.
For more shots from the day, check out Kelsey’s post here!