Love… One Sip At A Time // A Valentine Tea Party
I started hosting tea parties in an older home propped as pretty as you please on the corner of a quiet street. A family of four in a two-bedroom, one-bath home made for a tight fit, and tea parties felt downright snug, but no one would change a thing. Some teas were scripture-based, and others celebrated holidays, but every time, the room filled with the scent of scones, floral tea, and...
Tiny House Tuesday // Finding Ideas in a Magazine + Starbucks Giveaway
With the interior work just around the tiny bend, my abstract ideas need to harden like concrete. For instance, there will be the eight-foot-long desk but we’ve not yet decided on the materials. There will be walls, but will they be planked or smooth? And the floors, will they be wood of a lighter or darker tone? These are just a few of the questions tapping on my brain when I’m...
How God Answered My Prayers Through a Man Named Finis
He wasn’t where he was supposed to be on the first night of the conference. Someone noticed an older man walking in a room that was off limits until it was officially opened by faculty. A few people rescued him with the same fervor one might have when rescuing sailors at sea. Writer’s conferences take sign-ups seriously, after all. *wink* The man shuffled out of the room and stood...
Tiny House Tuesday // A Red Door No More
Sometimes things don’t turn out as expected. One morning on the way to our now second home, Lowes, I asked, “Can we brainstorm some ideas for a tiny house name?” (Here in the South we name everything—RVs, cars, property, and tiny houses. It gives us the opportunity to feel all warm and fuzzy about things that are anything but.) It didn’t take long for Brian to blurt out “Lil’ Red...
Tiny House Tuesday // Goodbye Exterior, Hello Interior!
He tried to warn me. Over a year ago, while stringing stakes and leveling blocks, Brian dropped this little love bomb: You won’t believe how many things we’ll need to do before this tiny house is finished. It’s going to be a long process, possibly a year. Bless his heart, he didn’t know how quickly southern girls could make things happen when they put their mind to it. Turns...
The Night This Titus 2 Woman Hosted a Tea Party
Remember this eavesdropping story that took place in a North Carolina café? “Our generation needs women like you to pour into us.” These words, from the lips of an eighteen-year-old woman, continue to flow through my mind as smoothly as the coffee tasted that morning. Several weeks following my cafe encounter, Brian and I hosted our first small group...
Tiny House Tuesday // Building an Ark
I love the idea of having a house by the lake⏤just not a tiny house. When we chose the place where she’d perch, we took a lot into consideration⏤which direction to face, what views not to block, and how to prevent our galvanized roof from blinding our only neighbor. One thing we did not take into consideration, however, was the direction of the river that flows down the mountain behind...