A Year in Flowers

My birthday was two weeks ago. An annual time of reflection on the comings and goings of another autumn, winter, spring, and summer.  

Some of the afternoon was passed quietly, reading Scripture in one of my favorite spots: our gangly porch swing, seeking to hear what God might speak over my life on this special day. 

 And God never ceases to surprise. 

He led me to Psalm 103:15-17: 

"As for man, his days are like grass; he flourishes like a flower of the field; 

for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more. 

But the steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear Him,

and His righteousness to children's children…" 

It wasn't quite what I was expecting. I am still relatively young….perhaps even in the bloom of life. But, God was...is...calling me to remembrance that this life is passing away.

 I am passing away. 

This post includes pictures of flowers taken during my 27th year of life. None of these flowers are still in bloom. They have all faded. So too me. 

The Psalmist writes in Psalm 90:12: "Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom." 

May I not forget that this is a short, breathless life. Then, in joy, I will seek to cultivate upon this soil only that which points to the steadfast love and eternal glory of God. 

Bridal Shower at the Indianapolis Museum of Art



I was reminded that I'd never shared photos from my sister Rebekah's bridal shower in July. 

An intimate affair. 

We picnicked on the lawn of the Indianapolis Museum of Art.

We wore white. 
She wore red and our Nana's bridal veil.

The rain showered. 

We danced through the wet grass,
lifted our parasols,
 and showered her with gifts for the home with the one she loves. 


3rd Annual Pilgrim's + Indian's Progress Run


Another year, another turkey to chase. 

Our third annual Pilgrim's + Indian's Progress Run! 


This year we used freezer paper and fabric paint to fashion musket t-shirts for the pilgrims and bow and arrow t-shirts for the Indians...symbols of the hunt! 

And for the hunted fowl? A feather.


Got em!!!!!

What are your Thanksgiving traditions? 

Here's our run from last year!

Our Tattoo


"You have made known to me the path of life;
you will fill me with joy in your presence
with eternal pleasures at your right hand" 
Psalm 16:11 

When I was young my family did a fair amount of hiking particularly on the Appalachian Trail. Arrows and paint blazes marked the trail. 

On our five year anniversary this past weekend Zade and I chose to be tattooed with an arrow on our feet, signifying how Christ has made known to us the true path of life and how we are walking this together. 

Tattoo by the charming Sean Adams at Speakeasy Custom Tattoo in Chicago.