Too often have I been found intimidated by the beauty and sophistication of boutique shops here in Portland. Time and time again I've avoided visiting the inside of them because I know I will feel in a way "not qualified" to enter. I'll feel too self conscious to take photos (half the reason one probably… Continue reading Shop Musings
Curtis and I did some much needed Portland exploring yesterday with our "new" friends Carla and Frank on a not-double-date. Despite having to wait close to 45 minutes for the window table we wanted at Måurice, we made the most of our time by stopping next door at Courier for pre-lunch beverages and conversation. Coffee… Continue reading Friday With Friends
The enemy likes to think he's really clever. Always tricking us in the same ways. Always stealing the same things. Thinking he's unstoppable (he's not, by the way) because he has a grip on us over and over. But as the enemy continues to attack us in the same ways and in a repetitive pattern,… Continue reading By His Spirit
This picture is from a stroll in downtown Gresham today. I had plans to get the tires of my bicycle inflated at a nearby shop, so I threw my bike into the back of my car (not without difficulty) and hit the streets. I had forgotten it was Saturday and was taken aback by how… Continue reading Saturday
I don't fully understand anxiety. And to be honest, I assume I never will. I never thought I could get so worried about little things, meeting at a social gathering, messing up or spilling a drink at work, a headache, a muscle spasm, not waking up on time to go to the gym, or forgetting… Continue reading I Have This Hope
I never used to like Father's Day. It used to be a day where everything around me seemed to poke at the broken pieces of my heart — at a raw wound yet to be healed. It used to be a day where I felt nothing but anger. I was unforgiving towards my father, merely… Continue reading The Father’s Heart
As a season I thought would break me comes very close to an end, countless thoughts have been stuck on repeat in my mind... For one, I've thought how simply crazy it is to have blown through two 249-page journals. Journals that evolved into a collection of letters to the Lord himself, love notes if you will,… Continue reading I Am Growing.