Friday Links

Friday Links are a round-up of my favorite posts/projects/videos/photos from around the web. 

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Happy Friday! We’ve been in New York this week on a mission trip, and we’re having a blast with a group of youth from our church. We’ve been seeing a lot of the city while we’re here, so I’ll be sharing more on that soon. Today we’re headed to serve in the NYC Food Bank, and then going to see Lady Liberty herself. Have a lovely weekend, friends! XO

For your weekend reading pleasure…

July Reading List

  1. The Weekenders by Mary Kay Andrews. This was your typical beach read—drama, humor, gossip, and just a little murder…all set on the coast! The Weekenders turned out to be pretty much what I expected…a fairly predictable storyline and average writing, but entertaining and fun for a casual day relaxing by the water.
  2. Modern Lovers by Emma Straub. This book showed up on almost every single summer reading list I came across the past few months, so I was really anxious to see it. The novel follows the lives of six main characters, two adult couples and their teenage children. Their lives are woven together in a variety of ways, dating all the way back to their time playing together in a band during college. For me this book was just okay—not terrible, but not great either. I didn’t find any of the characters incredibly relatable or believable, and the story fell short for me, too. Overall, I was pretty disappointed, but there are still a lot of books left on my summer reading list!

Friday Links

Friday Links are a round-up of my favorite posts/videos/projects/photos from around the web.

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Happy Weekend (almost)! It has been a long week, and I’m so excited that it’s finally Friday. We’re headed to a wedding this weekend, so it should be a fun few days of ridiculous dancing and catching up with old friends. I hope you all have a fabulous weekend! XO

For your weekend reading pleasure…

 

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Books and Magic

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“Books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, words that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live.”

-Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird

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P.S. Love

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When I was applying to colleges, I had to go through the arduous task of writing college admissions essays. The topics were mostly boring and predictable—what are your hopes and ambitions? What is your greatest fear? What is your favorite word and why? (That one still baffles me.)  There was one, however, that continues to stand out to me: What is the greatest challenge facing your generation?

I chose to write about racism. Of course my white, middle class self understood very little about racism. I had never been on the receiving end of it, and yet I had seen enough to know it was a problem. I had watched people I knew, loved, and respected choose racism—whether overtly or in subtle comments and decisions—over love and acceptance time and time again. It seemed glaringly obvious that something needed to change, that our generation should be the people to change it.

That was over ten years ago.

Now as an adult with a little more perspective and a lot more awareness, I fear that things have gotten worse instead of better. Hate and injustice are rampant, and the effects are tragic. Fear is everywhere, and it is suffocating us.

This week my heart breaks for the mamas that are afraid to send their black sons out into the world because they know that it’s not a safe place for them to be. My heart breaks for the wives and husbands and children afraid to send their police officers into the world because they fear they may not see them again. Friends, it is ENOUGH…something has to change.

Here’s the thing we’ve got to get: All lives don’t matter until black lives matter, until homosexual lives matter, until refugee lives matter, until police lives matter. We can’t fix the whole without putting each piece back together, and so we start there.

I don’t have all any of the answers, but I know that today I choose love. I choose to stand with and beside by black brothers and sisters. I ask for grace as we attempt to converse about matters of race and injustice because I don’t really understand and never will. I choose to insist that their lives matter and refuse to indulge slogans or justifications that suggest otherwise. I choose to feel nothing but pride and gratitude for the police officers that serve and protect our country. I choose to pray for their families and their safety daily and wholeheartedly.

I want to be a part of the generation that for the first time in our nation’s history chooses love over fear. It’s time, friends, and it’s too late yet. Let’s choose love today.

Friday Links (on Saturday)

Friday Links are a round-up of my favorite posts/photos/videos/projects from around the web. 

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I really did intend to post this yesterday, but I got distracted by all of the sand and sunshine and the ocean….so here we are on Saturday! Today we’re celebrating the end of my birthday week and spending the day lounging on the beach. Hope you all have a fabulous weekend! XO

For your weekend reading pleasure…

 

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On Birthdays

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Birthdays are such a lovely marker of time. Most of the time we’re too busy to notice the way time is passing around us, the way we’re changing and growing each day. But turning another year older causes you to pause and think back on where you’ve been and how you’ve grown. 27 brought with it a lot of transition—a new job, new environment, new friends. We also celebrated three years of marriage and traveled all over the world. I became a better cook and watched an absurd amount of Parenthood and Gilmore Girls. I read books that changed the way I see God and the world and had countless conversations over cups of coffee and glasses of wine that left my soul nourished and my heart full.  I celebrated marriages and new babies and graduations and birthdays and holidays. And I mourned losses and dreams that never came true. I prayed for peace and healing and grace. I discovered new things about myself, and I changed.

Tomorrow I turn 28, and it feels significant in the way that all new beginnings do.  I’m ushering in a new year that’s full of hope and unpredictability and lessons to be learned.  I’m ushering in a new year that promises to be different from all the rest, because they all are—each year unique and noteworthy and full of surprises.

So here’s to you, 28. I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me!

 

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