a planted life | learning to love
I think I inherited my mom’s tendency toward rearranging things. Growing up, I’d come home from school to a practically new house every week as my mom, inspired by something she found at a garage sale, would rearrange and redecorate the living room with what she had. Today I gave my blog a new look... Continue Reading →
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com I spent the morning thinking about what I value. I asked myself what the why is behind what I write. I came to the conclusion that I value peace in relationships, overcoming conflict and trouble and helping others overcome conflict and trouble. I value honoring the Imago Dei in people... Continue Reading →
This is the second week of high school for my two fast-becoming-men sons. I dropped them off feeling that familiar threat, "They're never going to believe you Sheila. They're never going to love Jesus." That voice of accusation, lies and hopelessness that likes to try and tempt me to give up. Whatever that means. But... Continue Reading →
I have about ten tabs open on my laptop for places to submit articles in the coming days. I submitted one today to Desiring God. We shall see. I feel a little like that woman who touched Jesus in the crowds of people pressing against him. She probably thought, "There's no way he's going to... Continue Reading →
There's a lot of waiting on God in the Bible. Joseph's waits in prison, wrongly accused. Israel waits in captivity, suffering for her idolatry. Roman occupied Jerusalem waits for the Messiah after centuries of hearing nothing from God. And we wait for Christ's return while we sow the seed of his gospel sojourning here. Waiting... Continue Reading →
(has nothing to do with the post, just a pretty pic i took a long time ago)I'm not going to over think this post too much. I had minor surgery today and am still feeling drunk on leftover anesthesia/fentanyl/percocet. Consider yourself and the three other people reading this warned.In the past few weeks I've been... Continue Reading →
I want to be a better writer. I've decided to challenge myself to a series of writing prompts, which I plan to post here. Writing for me is a way to digest life. Reading what others have written is like going out to dinner. Journaling is like making my own meal. Writing publicly on... Continue Reading →
Merriam-Webster defines a writer as: (noun) One that writes.Big shocker.I've been writing, well since I was about 5. First just letters, then short, three word sentences without punctuation, then onto complete sentences and paragraphs. By seventh grade when I had Mrs. Spicer for English I was writing essays and stories and poems and loving it.... Continue Reading →
I haven't written consistently over the past few years. In fact, I stopped blogging and journaling about 4 years ago when my husband and I separated. I felt like God shut my mouth (or hands). In part I couldn't write publicly because I was afraid of what would come out and the further damage it... Continue Reading →
I'm thinking of changing my blog title to: Sojourning Sheila {and so I did}.What I write reflects who I am. Six years ago, when I started blogging, I was inspired by the beauty of making a home and being a helper Imago Dei. I'm still inspired, yet, refined. Several years ago, my vision of being... Continue Reading →
Cultivating Faithfulness 