It’s the first weekend of the last month of the year, which always puts me in a reflective mood.

I’ve been trying to write about the last 12 months for weeks now, and all I’ve come up with is a weird one-word-per-line poem.

On the flip side, I currently have more essays on a variety of topics in draft than I ever have, but I’ve felt this tugging in my heart to be quiet and listen.

Long story short…

2018 has been an eye-opening and humbling year.

Over and over again, it feels as though I’ve been holding up my basket of tiny fish (more like fish bait) and misshapen loaves, whispering:

“God, I know this isn’t much, but it is the best of what I have to offer you in this moment… please take it. Bless it. Do what You will with it. It’s Yours; all of it.”

My husband.

My children.

My goals and hopes and dreams.

Our health.

Our home.

Our finances.

I cling so tightly to these treasures.

Relinquishing my control (or the illusion of being able to govern what has never truly been mine anyway) does not come easy.

For me, “Thy will be done” is the scariest prayer of all.

I don’t like feeling vulnerable.

But this is where true faith and joy begin.

If I had to choose one word for 2019, it would be: AWAKE.

I want to spend each day waking up with eyes wide open to love what matters most, live what matters most and do what matters most with the days that I’ve been given.

The last few months have made it apparent just how fragile and temporary life really is.

I’ve so enjoyed writing in this space for the last few years.

It’s served as a creative outlet, a place of community, and a door to opportunities I’m so grateful for.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for being here and for taking the time to comment and contribute.

I haven’t served this space as well as I’d hoped and intended to this year.

In 2018, I’ve been called to step away from personal projects to re-focus and be more intentional with my time and efforts in my home and local community.

Because writing (whether or not anyone reads the words I scribble) is such a huge part of who I am, I’m sure I will continue to share posts in this space and other places, but I’m not sure what that’s going to look like in 2019 just yet.

My tiny gift to you this Christmas: a list of women, membership communities, podcasts and books that have left lasting marks on my spirit. May you find inspiration, hope and healing in their words.

My Favorite Resources

Women I look up to…

Online membership communities I enjoy being a part of…

Podcasts that turn chores into a retreat…

Books I’ve enjoyed reading over the past few years…

On getting it together:

On motherhood:

On military life:


On Christianity:

Wishing you all a merry Christmas and happy new year!

Lots of love,