The blank pages of a fresh week in my scraptherapy planner: I almost prefer it all empty like this!
There’s so much potential, so many possibilities; we never know what our weeks will bring.
I’ve been thinking recently about calling and my life’s direction.
I’m not coming up with very many concrete answers, but I’m enjoying asking the questions, nonetheless.
You know that poem about wearing purple when you get old? Well, I may switch that to Suse-blue, but it certainly captures the vibe of the future I see for myself.
Living light; living free. Getting outside with my camera, staying inside under a blanket with a book.
I think I can see a little rescue dog in there too. Maybe I’ll get her a Suse-blue jacket or a pink gingham headscarf.
At one point, I think I rather fancied a scrapbooker’s life: retreats, events, product and classes.
But you reach a point where you’ve turned down enough shiny offers to question whether all that glamour will ever prove a comfortable fit for you.
I think I’m realising that my life needs to be lived with a sense of the main thing staying my main thing.
Because I don’t especially value travel, followers or product – although there’s absolutely nothing wrong with those things – but rather simplicity and home.
My people; quietness. Fresh laundry, an empty ironing basket (hey, it sometimes happens!) and a pile of un-read paperbacks.
I remember the very moment that Rev. Fish was on the phone finding out where in the UK we’d be posted: I was making a little scraptherapy page full of seaside colours, transparent textures and beachy driftwood tones.
God knows the desires of our hearts so well!
He knows our needs; He knows where we’ll best thrive.
Sometimes He calls us to journey into more uncomfortable waters and we have to trust that He’ll keep us afloat.
But two things are promised: that there are plans for our lives and that He’ll never leave us as we journey along the road.