A Favorite Shared

It’s cold and rainy and it feels like a sitting by the fire and relaxing kind of day. Today I just want to share something by one of my favorite poets, the great Mary Oliver.

Enjoy your Sunday.

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.

My new favorite place

I spent time somewhere beautiful this week.

This is the Lanier Theological Library and I’m going to be spending lots of time here over the next couple of years.

I know it doesn’t matter where you are physically as far as finding peace or focus, but the feel of this library is so comfortable, so inviting, that it’s the perfect place to sit for hours and read, research and write. Especially for someone like me who is a lifelong lover of books.






P.S. My favorite Disney princess was Belle. It had nothing whatsoever to do with her story, I’ve just always wanted a library 🙂

Week one, ✔️

Wow, this week went by fast. Like, really fast.

Christmas break ended and homeschool started up again with the kids, as well as all of the usual activities that go with it; piano, guitar, art, counselor.

Then there was the orthodontist and an unscheduled trip to the shop for my car.

But what really made my week fly by was my first week of school.

I read hundreds of book pages, multiple articles and workbook lessons, made my first ever forum posts and participated in discussions, made a YouTube introduction of myself and wrote my first paper.

It was a lot of work. Several hours a day, actually. More than I expected.

I love it.

The classes I’m taking are awesome and the things I’m learning already are fascinating! It’s amazing.

One of my classes is Children at Risk, and in my reading this week I came across this poem. It was familiar to me, but I couldn’t figure out why at first.


After a few minutes I remembered where I’d seen it before: my grandma’s refrigerator. It was covered with cartoons, Dear Abby columns, pictures and things like that, but on the side was this poem. I probably ready it a thousand times growing up.

It was a sweet reminder of one of my favorite people and heroes, during my first week of this new endeavor. God’s timing is perfect.

I Love Reading

I started back to school today. First day. Seminary. Grad school.

I read for about four hours this afternoon and I’m nowhere near done for the week.

It’s a good thing that I love reading.

And that I have a good pair of glasses.