A Free Gift and Tiny Love Note from Me.

The words in the prints below sum up the heart of why I do what I do. Why I use Instagram as way to minister and connect with you. Why I write and tell stories with my images. Why I’ve poured so much grit and prayer into a business to teach women how to seek out—and fall in love with—the story they’re living.

This is it. The message I want you to be able to embrace:

“I was here. What I did mattered. This was the glory of my days.”

And because I want to give you a tangible reminder, please scroll down to see a (completely free, no strings attached!) printable of this quote as my gift for you. Tape it on your fridge, hang it up in your office, stick up on the mirror where you get ready for the day. Because we all need reminding of this.

We all need to know that whatever our days look like, we were here for it. We participated in how the story unfolded. We need to understand that the magic and the beauty and the meaning isn’t waiting for us somewhere off in the hazy future. Our glory is here, right where God has us. This—right this minute—is what we need to be living for.

Print this for yourself or print it for as a small gift for a loved one. And though you certainly don’t have to be a mama to benefit from this message, you can even consider this an early Mother’s Day gift from me to also share with others ;)

I can’t wait to see how you use it to spread some love! Just do me one favor and let me know? Tag me on Instagram or send me a message showing me what you do with it. Sharing what I do here with YOU is what makes this all worthwhile.

INSTRUCTIONS FOR PRINTING:

  1. Right click or long press on the image to save to your device.

  2. Retrieve from “download” folder and print (or use as wallpaper on your phone!)

    ps. there are two options, so make sure to scroll down to pick which one is your favorite. Or use both, ha!


OPTION A:

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OPTION B:

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Interlude - The Cypress Tree Tunnel

If you haven’t yet, you can catch up on the previous installments of the Interlude series by clicking below.

You can find part one here, part two here, and part three here.

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This is one of the many locations for our trip that I stumbled upon thanks to Instagram. I personally had never heard of it, but a glorious picture of it popped up in my discover feed and I was ecstatic to find out how close is was to where we were staying in Inverness, CA.

The road out to the tree tunnel and seashore is winding and quiet. Massive farms sprawl out on either side as you roll along. It’s far removed from the quaint community of Point Reyes and speaks more of rustic loneliness and old world charms.

We drove and drove through the naked, grass covered hills until suddenly a dark line appeared on our left.

The Cypress Tree Tunnel.

We arrived on a blustery, bright morning and had the location entirely to ourselves. I’ll set it again and again: being willing to travel to popular destinations on less than stellar weather days makes things way more enjoyable for us. Less people = less stress for this little introverted family.

Don’t write off going somewhere you’re wanting to just because the weather isn’t perfect. Invest in good clothing and you (and the kids!) will be much more up for tackling the “bad” weather together!

The Cypress Tree Tunnel was unforgettable. Experiencing it during a cold sunrise was like walking in a poem come to life. It’s been said that “grief needs beauty” and this place—this trip— was that for us.

We had just limped out of a hurricane of year with hearts still bruising and tender. Having the freedom to go and see and explore and touch and taste the goodness of the Lord in the forms of His creation was a healing gift that we still marvel over. In this place, our limbs worked hard, our blood quickened; our lungs inhaled sharply in wonder and exhaled slowly in gratefulness at what God was allowing us to experience as a family.

I can’t wait to share more but—like a track on repeat—the things we saw and did on this trip were tailor made to delight each one of us. God had not forgotten us and a here was a glimpse of tangible proof.

We walked underneath the tangling trees limbs embracing overhead. Playing, hugging, just being together. “So this,” I thought later. “this is what it feels like to know you’re seen and known by God.”

“For you shall go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and the hills before you shall break forth into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands. Instead of the thorn shall come up the cypress; instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle; and it shall make a name for the Lord, an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.” -Isaiah 55:12-13