Heart Somersaults

I saw my paint brushes drying next to my coffee station the other day and felt pure joy! The simple things in life have given my heart somersaults. The recent months have brought about extreme changes. There is a stretching period where life attempts to find a balance.

Laughter has filled silent halls, bouncing from one wall to the next. Loneliness has left. Healing drips from Heaven.

This is life despite the challenges, the pain and the ache. Beauty intertwines like vines amidst the mess as tears fall and laughter fills deep bellies. Nothing can stop what God has begun. He brings us freedom and victory so that we no longer have to live life bound up and stuck in the mud.

Each day presents new opportunities for adventures and new memories to cover the painful ones.

Painting frees my creative soul as colors dance on the canvas. Jesus comes to join me and I get to enjoy His peace as I sip on fresh brewed coffee. These times with my brush and paints are far less than before but I love and cherish the moments I do get to have.

As life unfolds continuously I am grateful. I am grateful for a God who provides miraculously. When I say that He pays my paycheck I am not joking. Without His provision the past 4-5 months we wouldn’t have made it. Each month grows a deeper trust as God always comes through with supernatural provision from surprising sources. I have learned to celebrate and find joy in obedience and faithfulness knowing He is always there to take care of us.

Dear Reader, what is it that you need? What are some things you do that bring you joy and give your heart somersaults?

Thank you for being here and supporting my journey!


What My 3.5-hr Haircut Taught Me

I had already had to cancel my dinner plans and my semi-damp hair was only half cut. An hour had come and gone. The only thing that was complete was a magnificent hair wash and the back of my hair trimmed. If my layers and bangs were to be next I figured I would be in that seat for at least another hour. That hour turned into more than two.

As I sat in the chair and my student stylist meticulously cut every strand, I accepted that this was a much needed time to slow down. I chose to take deep breaths and let it be. There was something so freeing to just sit and let someone else tend to my hair (it had been since December 2017).

By the time I was done, my hair was frizzy and all I could think about was what I would eat for dinner. Who am I kidding? I think about the next time I’m going to eat all day. You wouldn’t know it if you looked at me but I love food. Food was all I was worried about so I had not understood what the 3.5 hour cut was symbolic of in that moment.

The next day I was having coffee with Jesus. He reminded me about my 3.5 hour hair cut. Just like my student stylist was meticulous to get every angle and cut right so was God with every detail of my life. The dreams planted in my heart at birth take a lot of time. Thankfully God places everything and everyone at the perfect moment.

He is meticulous.

There are moments in life when things take too long and we sit back with tense backs and irritation. This must not be! God wants us to sit back, take a deep breath and let him take care of us no matter the circumstances. He wants us to enjoy those moments. He wants us to trust him.

If I can trust a student stylists first time cutting hair, I certainly can trust God with my dreams.

I plan on going back to that beauty school. I do not plan on making a fuss about my first visit. It was worth every penny I spent on a 3.5 haircut because of what it taught me.

Dreams take time.

God is meticulous.

He is getting every angle done right.