Ponder

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. // Lamentations 3:22-23

His love is overwhelming. His goodness is undeserved; but welcomed with a heart overflowing with gratitude. He holds us up in our grief + crosses — He dances with us in our triumphs + joy. Without our Creator, we would not be. Without Love, we would not know the beauty and miracle of life. 🌿

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How long?

How long will I love you? Long as stars are above you + longer if I can. How long will I need you? As longs as the seasons need to follow their plan. How long will I be with you? As long as the sea is bound to wash up on the sand. How long will I want you? As long as you want me to + longer by far. How long will I hold you? As long as your father told you, as long as I can. How long will I give to you? As long as I live through you, however long you say.

How long will I love you? As long as the stars are above you + longer if I may.

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{mike scott}

Sundays

Our newest tradition of sorts has been to travel out to my parent’s house on Sunday for “a day in the country.” It comes with promises of delicious food made by my momma, free laundry access (ha! take that quarters!), and the beauty of God’s creation — not to mention MANY snuggles from the one and only Lady Elizabeth, lots of laughs, and memory making. “Settlers of Catan” is the game of 2018 in the Mentink/Van Dusen households. So far I have won three times… I have skill. If you love strategy, challenge, chance, and some bell-ringing– this game is definitely for you.

Seriously, friends, it is the best. Family matters! They are your constant support through life’s storms — hold them close.

P.S. Gracie, we can’t wait until you are home from your world travels to join us! ❤

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Enjoy life! It has so much to offer.

Blessed Sunday — may your week be showered with joy.

Confidence

I struggle with confidence. I am constantly second guessing myself…

For example:

  • If I tell so + so that I love essential oils + natural things they will find me SO weird…
  • If I am honest about something with so + so they will find me weak…
  • What if people don’t think I look good in this color…
  • If I let God lead on this, then I might not get the outcome I want…
  • What if I fail…
  • What if I can’t do it…

The list can go on.

And yet, on a daily basis I am reminded of why confidence is key to living a healthy + God-fearing life. Without confidence we are walking in the shadows + living out less than half of the beautiful story that has been written for us to play out. Allowing other’s to remind you of that beautiful story is SO important — open your heart with confidence to hear. Be confident in your needs — no one knows YOU better than yourself. Be confident in the voice you deserve to have.

Yesterday, God opened a path of clarity that I would have never seen on my own because I was stressing in my lack of confidence. Today, a little student told me I looked like a princess in what I thought were ugly red pants + a plain white t-shirt. Another student complimented me on how good of a teacher I was because I make them happy to come to piano lessons. Tonight, honesty and openness paid off (as it always should!)

Be confident in the you God created you to be. Only happiness + a whole, happy life will come from it! People will love you for being 100% originally you.

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 +Blessed Lent! +

Talitha Koum

So he went in and said to them, “Why this commotion and weeping? The child is not dead but asleep.” And they ridiculed him. Then he put them all out. He took along the child’s father and mother and those who were with him and entered the room where the child was. He  took the child by the hand and said to her, “Talitha koum,” which means, “Little girl, I say to you, arise!” {Mark 5:39-41}

Sometimes I like to imagine this little girl from scripture. She lay in her room, dead. And then a stranger to her, Jesus, enters into her chambers + swiftly walks to her bedside. The servants + her family watch Jesus gaze upon her, they expect Him to become emotional perhaps? To see that she truly is dead + that there is nothing He can do? He stretches out his hand toward her as if to assist her in standing. And then.. Talitha Koum. Arise! 

I can relate to this little girl. No. I have never died. I’ve never even had a near death experience! But I have experienced the amazing power of Jesus’ outstretched hand + the mellow richness of His voice as He proclaims Talitha Koum to my weary soul.

I absolutely abhor the time in-between. You know what I’m talking about, right? That time in-between life events or changes.. that time when you just want to fast forward to the result you know is inevitable or hope for. The time when you just need to know to answer.  (I struggle with patience, okay…) These times literally cripple my spirit + I surrender to stress, anxiety, and fear. But that’s when Jesus comes — Talitha Koum.

Ask yourself– Do I have the courage to accept Jesus’ call to stand up with Him + be healed? Do I have the strength to leave my unsolved questions or situations at His feet until it is time for closure or answers? Do I have faith enough to take His hand?

Talitha Koum. Arise! 

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I am praying for all of you daily! Blessed Lent.

Ever Onward

This life is joy — this life is challenge — this life is pain — this life is a gift. Live it always to the fullest for who knows when your last breath might be?

May you have a blessed journey through this Lenten season — may your hearts be renewed and may your life’s mission be remembered.

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P.S. Welcome back to myself. 🙂

{intricate}

We are a people designed by God — intricate and unique. Each of us has a purpose that is destined to challenge us — but ultimately will lead us to our Heavenly home. Our abilities, joys, failures… all are meant to teach us how to Love.

He created us carefully and intricately.

I find that I struggle constantly with comparison. I look at other’s material goods and desire something more. I look at other’s responsibilities and the praise they receive, and wish that I had them too. I see gifts and talents and want MY hands or voice or body to be able to work that way. I see other women’s body types and wish that I was toned, thinner, shorter, had longer hair… the list does go on unfortunately. In these moments I like to spend my time reflecting on how unfair life can be. *insert sarcastic tone here*

Wow. First of all, what a waste of time. Secondly, how disingenuous of me. Instead of rejoicing in the beauty of our intricate designs and encouraging others in their journey, I look to them and fall into the sin of envy. Comparison is useless, silly, and wasteful.

God gives us what we need according to our individual abilities. He desires a joy for us, each individually, in whatever season of life we find ourselves.

He is all too beautifully unfair.

Lord, please help us to curb our envy of others — whether we think it is actually envy or not — and allow the critical comparisons we make to melt away. Give us the grace and strength to be content with who YOU made us to be. Help us to simply focus on growing our uniqueness. We need only to be ourselves.

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#newweek

Well, the new week is here. It’s time to head into another 5 days of tasks and responsibilities. Make it a great week! You are all in my prayers!

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it’s time

Almost TOO much has happened in the last four months:

  • graduated from college
  • traveled to Alaska
  • planned a wedding
  • got married
  • went on a road trip honeymoon
  • moved into my husband’s apartment
  • traveled to visit family
  • celebrated birthdays
  • planned out the new school year
  • saw my little sister off to another year of college
  • realized I wasn’t going back myself….

Adventures were had; doors were closed and magnificent windows opened; memories were made; people came and went… It was quite the tale! Samwise Gamgee once said that the best kind of tale is the kind in which you come home and find things “all right, though no quite the same.” He was right. This summer’s tale has been the hardest, but greatest of my entire life.

Slowly, but surely the days have begun to grow shorter. The nights have become cooler and the sun has grown tired. It is time for a change of season. Time for another long, but necessary rest. I am ready. My heart is ready.

Fall, please come.