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March 22, 2020March 23, 2020 sestasik

What if quarantine didn't bring you sudden extra time (or you're not tackling that one project?)

March 9, 2020 sestasik

Book Review: The Wicked Wolves of Windsor by Byrd Nash

February 3, 2020February 8, 2020 sestasik

Rest means replenishment. . .

June 4, 2019February 8, 2020 sestasik

Book Review: The Girl Who Could See by Kara Swanson

May 16, 2019February 8, 2020 sestasik

Book Review: The Dark Wood by Sydney Mann

May 6, 2019March 2, 2020 sestasik

The story that they sold us…

April 5, 2019February 8, 2020 sestasik

Book Review: Supernova by Liz Long

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@bethstedman is sending stories out like life lines and invited others to share too. Here's one of mine. ⁣ ⁣ During this time of stay-at-home, we know we're beyond blessed. Our nearest neighbor is a football field away. My 5yo can play in the yard without worry. My 19yr old can run the hills of our country road without seeing a single soul most of the time. A 10-minute drive, and we arrive at a nature preserve that boasts creek-side play places, spectacular gorge views, and a 200-foot waterfall — all with plenty of room for social distancing.⁣ ⁣ But we might not have been here in this time.⁣ ⁣ A year or two ago, my husband felt the itch of the move bug. We've lived in this odd A-frame house in a mountain hollow for 9 years now; that's the longest he's put roots in one place since he was a preteen.⁣ ⁣ A move made sense for us for a number of reasons. We were feeling called to another place, and he prayed and researched and thought on it. He picked first this location and then the next, finally settling on a move that would bring us closer to immediate family for many reasons. ⁣ ⁣ But we couldn't move immediately — a fact my get-things-done, procrastination-is-the-worst-kind-of-sin husband bemoaned often.⁣ ⁣ Several things kept us in the hope-and-planning stage for this future change. My 19yr old has a year to go in his community college program, and we have a year to go on a Chapter 13 bankruptcy, which we entered after drowning in life and medical debt following the birth of my 5yo and related complications/health issues left us floundering. We were pulling up and out but in no position to make any kind of move (certainly not a wise one).⁣ ⁣ If not for these things, I know we would have hopped the state lines and been in a new home a year ago. When my husband gets an itch, he doesn't put off scratching it unless God himself puts the brakes on.⁣ ⁣ Maybe that's what happened. All we know is that, despite the worries that haven't disappeared and the new ones looming, we're grateful for this place where we're growing in this season. ⁣ Q: How about you? What are you grateful for right now? #grateful #tellyourstory #tellwhatgodhasdone
This stay-at-home, work-from-home, divide-yourselves-as-you-come-together thing is no joke. If you're struggling with working from home or just not getting what you think you need to do done, check out my latest blog post. Link in profile.⁣ ⁣ #workathome #quarantine #coronavirus #amwriting #amreading #selfcare
My husband traveled over the weekend with my preschooler so they could see his parents and make some man exchange of audio goods with his brother. Everyone was back home before things started to shut down other than schools. But while he was away, the general anxiety of the world washed like storm surge before clouds slam the shore. Even on this mountain, down in the hollow, we could feel it pulsing.⁣ ⁣ So each night after my 19yo went up to his room, I would carry a basket of pens and notebooks to my room, put my headphones on, and drown out the metaphorical wind and rain with music. And I doodled and planned and wrote a little. But it was less about the productivity of writing and more about the comfort of mundane objects that signal strength and escape and therapy to me. ⁣ ⁣ We'll call them security pens. I also love a good security blanket, because warm and fluff is never a bad thing when the storm clouds gather. But pens and notebooks are maybe my version of toilet paper.⁣ ⁣ @katelynnenotkate and I were talking recently about supplies and what we might need for 2-3 weeks or more. We both ordered more pens. ⁣ ⁣ Sometimes, it's the mundane things that help keep you sane.⁣ ⁣ Q: What small, mundane thing brought you comfort today or this week?⁣ ⁣ #amwriting #amreading #amsocialdistancing #coronavirus #smallthings
Look beyond the splashing and crashing to the road ahead. Darkness always has to break for the sun on the horizon. It never rains forever. #hope #lightinthedarkness #encouragement

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