Grace. That’s my word for this year, this season. Grace. It’s a word that I thought I knew the meaning of, but only knew the surface of before this season.
This morning I was sitting at my desk going through the stacks of cards I received for my birthday.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted on dating or singleness, but I feel like I want to share my current struggle just in case there is someone else out there wondering if they’re alone in this struggle.
I’ve never thought of myself as a particularly healthy or unhealthy person. Just middle of the road, good days and bad days.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve made many decisions to change the way I live, or had been living.
If there’s one thing most people know about me, it’s that I’m not an “outdoorsy” person.
I wear a lot of hats. My creativity compels me to always be learning and figuring things out so when someone asks me, “will you,” and I say, “yes.” Even if I don’t exactly know how.
Imagine what it would be like to live in the past, even just 100 years ago.
This is a guest post from Brittany. She is an elementary teacher in the Indianapolis area who has a HUGE heart for Kenya.