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Grief is like the sea

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Grief is like the sea

Grief is like the sea. It ebbs and flows, lapping at your feet and sometimes washing over them. Sometimes it unexpectedly overwhelms you, other times it remains calm. Storms come, changing how it behaves. Consistently unpredictable. You never know from one day to the next, from one moment to the next, what it will do or how it will feel. And then, when you think you can walk away from it, it overwhelms you and starts all over again. 

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Why I'm Doing Everything You Don't Do in My First Year of Business

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Why I'm Doing Everything You Don't Do in My First Year of Business

I've never been one to rush things. When my friends were dating and serious with their significant others, I never felt the pressure to hurry up and settle down. When my friends had their jobs and careers and knew what they wanted to do I was only frustrated because I wanted to be doing something that I enjoyed, not because I felt like I was falling behind. So I suppose that it makes sense that my mentality with Chickadee is to grow slowly and purposefully. 

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Focusing on What Really Matters

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Focusing on What Really Matters

I wrote this over a year ago, shortly after I had decided to start my own event planning business and we had decided that 2015 was the year we were going to run a half-marathon. I never planned to publish this post, but reading back over it, it's such a great reminder of how to perservere and to keep moving forward when God tells you to do something. Today, I hope this inspires you!

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When I'm Ready

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When I'm Ready

 I often catch myself saying, "I'll get there. I'll be ready when it's time for me to be ready." And my goodness, this is what gets me into trouble with procrastination! How easy is it for us to put things off because we're not ready for them? If we lived our lives like this, we would never accomplish anything.

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The Greatest Thief

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The Greatest Thief

It started when I was about 5 years old. I was dressed in an adorable little dress, standing in the front row of a small choir of children in my childhood church. My hands were shaking, my face was bright red, and before I could do anything to calm down, it was my time to sing. I sang my solo - my first solo - on that day. It was the beginning of me recognizing that I had a talent, something that made me unique.

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