All Is Grace

I haven’t treated it like a blog lately, but I used to. If I’m being honest, I don’t treat it like a blog because I think of it as a plaything…more of a journal where I process my thoughts every once in a while. I realized this morning as I scrolled back, thinking about what a “serious” blog would look like (thank you, Jon Acuff) for me, that I have 248 entries in this blog, dating back to 2010. What??? How has it been that long? I was 36 years old, talking about what my life would look like when I turned 45. And 55. I couldn’t fathom being 50 back then. Back then.

Yikes.

So, I used to do this thing when I had nothing really interesting to process or think through or get out of my brain: the Simple Woman’s Daybook. And I am a simple woman. And since I have days…I’m just going to write about one today.

Outside my window…heaps of fallen snow. 10 or so inches over 24 hours that have not melted even a tiny bit 24 hours later.
I am thinking…about my dreams and goals. In that order. I’d like to make this year important, and since it’s January, well…here we are.
I am thankful for…reminders of simpler days, and Jimmy Needham.
I am wearing…black tank, thrifted cardigan, well-worn bootcut jeans, fluffy socks.
I am creating…habits and routines before classes start next week.
I am going…to connect with my Momma today.
I am reading…Doing the Work, Nicole LePera; The Menopause Manifesto, Jen Gunter; Intuitive Eating, Evelyn Tribole, Elyse Resch; Be Worth Following, Jen Bennett.
I am hoping…that I’m not still doing what I’m currently doing a year from now.
On my mind…all my kids and all their things.
Noticing that…time passes quickly when I’m thinking and organizing–I can sit in thought for a long time.
From the kitchen…a resolution to convert 10 recipes to gluten free from Mastering the Art of French Cooking by Julia Child. I found a woman who has done it, and I’m going to start there.
Around the house…Moose Tracks coffee scent, floors that need mopping, half-finished backsplash installation.
One of my favorite things…slow Mondays off work.
Praying for…restorative sleep tonight.
A lyric or 2:
In the middle of the cold dark night/In the middle it will be all right
I will be there, I will be there
And if pain is the ocean you are swimming in/If I can’t pull you out, I’m diving in
Jimmy Needham
A verse to share:
Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness, and streams in the wasteland. Isaiah 43: 18-19