Life has been unpredictable for awhile. With my husband having graduated from seminary, we have begun the long process of searching for a pastorate. It has been quite the adventure, especially for someone like me who really does not relish the feeling of being on the edge of my seat. But it has been good for an introvert like myself to travel to new places and meet lots of new faces. It has been good to trust God with disappointments and remember the desire to pray on my knees.
For the moment, there is nowhere to go, so I find myself with a reprieve: the advantage of being still and staying in one place for awhile. Games, activities, and books of good intentions are finally being pulled off of the shelves and out of drawers to be used. I relish being home, as well as the beginning of a new school year with all its rhythms and plans.
With autumn winds about to whisper from around the corners, it seems the perfect time to refocus and start this blog of mine. I want to contemplate all the things that make home a place of belonging and comfort, and also how to *be* a home to others. The places I am thinking about are the ways that I call the “Elements of Snug”, the senses that deliver that feeling of home, going through each room of the house. Let’s talk about taste, smells, candles, lighting, nooks, corners, feasts, beauty, times for silence and times for memories.
Back in January, my wonderful husband purposefully made the time for me to sneak over to a lovely coffee shop less than 10 minutes away in the bright hours of the morning to have time to write a couple times a week. I enjoyed this immensely and discovered a deep love of White Lavender Mocha. In April, I entered the first trimester of this pregnancy, and the tiredness and blahs shifted me away from a writing focus.
A month ago, I was feeling better, and so I hopped onto my computer ready to upload some posts. Imagine my discouragement when I found that all of those thousands of words written got lost in some iCloud vortex somewhere, completely gone!
My MacBook was a Christmas gift from my husband and I wasn’t familiar with it enough to realize that I had no copy outside of iCloud, or that iCloud would just delete stuff. But, paper, blissful paper. Some of my posts I had printed hardcopies of, so that I could edit them. I remain a committed devotee to paper, with strengthened resolve. We will never be an all-digital household. However, this means that I have to re-type and re-think a bunch, but I am hopeful that I have some good seeds to grow some good posts for you all in the coming weeks.
Here is to home, homemakers, tea, and all things lovely! Stay tuned….