happy saturday

Happy Saturday sweet friends! I hope you slept in?!

Things to do while you're still in your biscuit:

Watch this

Listen to this

Read this

Eat this

Drink this

encouraged

This week has been so encouraging. 

I finished this book, spent time fishing, enjoyed the company of my sweet friend 

Carley, Twinner & Papa are visiting, & I ate the most ballin' banana bread french toast this morning. 

 But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. 

We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. 

We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. 

For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that his life may also be revealed in our mortal body. 

So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you.

2 Corinthians 4:7-12

spring

A beautiful friend of mine shared this poem with me & I was encouraged.

Peonies 

by Mary OliverThis morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
   to break my heart
     as the sun rises,
        as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers

and they open--
   pools of lace,
      white and pink--
       and all day the black ants climb over them,

boring their deep and mysterious holes
    into the curls,
      craving the sweet sap,
        taking it away

to their dark, underground cities--
   and all day
      under the shifty wind,
       as in a dance to the great wedding,

the flowers bend their bright bodies,
   and tip their fragrance to the air,
     and rise,
       their red stems holding

all that dampness and recklessness
    gladly and lightly,
      and there it is again--
        beauty the brave, the exemplary,

blazing open.
    Do you love this world?
      Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
       Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?

Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
   and softly,
      and exclaiming of their dearness,
       fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,

with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
    their eagerness
      to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
        nothing, forever?

familiar

For I have known them all already, known them all:

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
-T.S.Eliot, "Prufrock"

sweet carolina

Thank you my sweet carolina, you were a place of peace & rest.

Thank you life for not being easy so we can see the simple things & be reminded of grace.

Thank you pretty Mama, you are an encouragement.

Thank you Sarah for your sincerity, I need you by my side.

Thank you Em your words mean so much & your patience will always be remembered. 

Thank you silence, you are a comfort. 

Thank you laughter, you never left. 

Thank you Lord, with out you none of this is possible.