Friday, July 3, 2015

I like being busy

I like being busy.

Well, that's not quite true.

I like the feeling of importance that can come with being busy. I like accomplishing things. I like meeting goals and seeing good results from my work.

That's why things like sitting outside just to be outside, letting myself take a nap, simply cuddling with my little sisters on the couch, and other "non-productive" things can sometimes be hard for me to do. I want to always be doing something.

But lately, I've been learning that I need those times of quiet rest. I'm not advocating for laziness or procrastination, but I need to remember that it's okay to put away my homework and computer and allow myself to rest.

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Childhood Friends

There's something about those friends you have known forever. I have made friends at different places at different times in my life, but there are some people who, even if we haven't really talked for a while, we still hit it off like we were still twelve years old and having sleepovers at least once a month.

Through middle school, high school, and even some of elementary school I had three friends that I spent a lot of time with. We did everything together whenever we could. We went to homeschool co-op together, had sleepovers with all of us at least once a month (we even had a rotating schedule of whose house we stayed at), and attempted to do cartwheels on the church lawn during youth group. Over the past couple of years, we have moved our separate ways a bit. One girl is now living in West Virginia, following her dream of working with horses. Another is getting married next year. Another is busy with school, job, and volunteer firefighting. I was at school in Pennsylvania this past year.

But one day a couple of week ago, the three of us still in Maine decided to get together and go for a hike. It wasn't anything fancy. We didn't have to pay any money to go out and do something. We just finally made plans and went. We even video chatted with our friend in the south. We laughed, talked, and got caught up on everything all of us were doing.

As many other friends as I have made and will continue to make, I grew up with these girls. We saw each other through the awkward stages of middle school to where we are now. We have so many shared memories from our childhoods and know embarrassing facts about one another.

These are the friendships that I want to hold on to as I move on through my life. I know we won't always talk a lot or see each other, but we all know that if we need anything, we have each other.

(p.s. my goal is to blog once a week. 10:00 pm on a Saturday night is still within one week, right? right)

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Memorial Day Family

{we used to be able to take a "stair step" photo of us in age order. we have recently given up trying because the boys are getting too tall}

I love the spontaneous adventures my family goes on. Sometimes we pack and lunch and leave the house with no set destination, and most trips end with ice cream cones. On Memorial Day, we visited the original L.L.Bean store and had a picnic at the beach.

I love sitting back and watching everyone. The boys can be trying to beat each other's running time then turn around and build sand castles with a little sister. The little girls jump the waves together. Zach, the tallest one in the family, spins all of us around on the merry-go-round. Lydia is so patient with the little girls and all of their questions. Abbie and Zach will talk technology and tv shows seamlessly while the rest of us are mostly confused by the terms and subjects. My parents revel in the fact that all of us are home for the summer. 

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Wondering and avoiding


Simon and Garfunkel pandora station
Disney classics
podcasts (The Art of Simple is one of my favorite)

why I have to be a grown-up
why Maine skipped spring
how much more yarn I can store in my room
what it will be like to be home all summer for the first time since middle school

excited about
getting a job
the possibility of summer adventures
buying a new hat
new yarn

completely unpacking the little bits and pieces still packed away from school
online yarn sales (I need to keep telling myself that I don't need more yarn)
answering phone calls

familiar home sights
budding leaves and flowers
overcast skies that hold no rain
green everywhere
my messy desk and clean yarn shelf

Friday, May 8, 2015

Israel // Day Nine

The Temple Mount, one of my favorite places. These steps and walls have been here for thousands of years, and we were able to walk on the very steps that Jesus and His followers walked up to enter into the temple. Somehow the order of this day's pictures got mixed up. The temple mount was one of the last places we saw. Oh, well.

These are the steps on the southern side of the temple which was the main entrance.

Hezekiah's tunnel. King Hezekiah re-routed the Gihon Spring, Jerusalem's water source, and brought it into the city through a tunnel which ended in the Pool of Siloam. In John 9, .Jesus put mud on the eyes of a blind man and sent him to wash his eyes in the Pool of Siloam, and the man was healed.

The Pool of Siloam.

The temple mount as seen from the Mount of Olives right across the valley from the mount.

Olives Trees at the Church of All Nations which sits at Gethsemane.

The Western Wall, also known as the Wailing Wall. This wall was the closest to the Holy of Holies, so when Jews come here they are coming to be near to where the presence of God was located.

Excavations farther down the Western Wall.

A reproduction of the pinnacle of the temple mount. Here is where the trumpeter would have stood and blown the shofar. This may be the place that Satan took Jesus in Matthew 4 when he was tempting Him.