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December 10, 2018January 2, 2019 / Elizabeth

we live here announcement

P.S. If you enjoy reading the letters I post regularly to my daughters here on the website, I hope you’ll consider helping me spread the word about my most recent book project. It’s the second fifty letters in a tidy 180-page paperback. It makes a great Christmas present!

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The next 50 letters! Now available as a paperback on Amazon. (Click the image to purchase.)

Thanks for visiting, friends.

You can find some free digital print downloads under the “Sharing & Freebies” tab.

A great gift idea! This collection is coauthored with my husband. (Click on the photo to purchase on Amazon.)

Purchase the First 50 Letters as a paperback or Kindle book on Amazon!

This Sacramental Life: The First 50 Letters to My Daughters

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I’ve had two different strangers ask me recently if we stayed in our pajamas all day. Because apparently that’s thought of as the primary perk of homeschooling. No, people. We don’t. Not that it’s any of their business, but no. If I stayed in my pajamas, I would never start my day. We would never get our work done. Also, it may surprise you, but homeschool families don’t actually stay at home all day. And it might be a little awkward if I showed up places in my shearling slippers. So, yes, we get dressed every day. And we even brush our teeth most days, too. Tell me: 👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼 Do strangers ask you weird questions, or is it just me? It’s probably just me.
I once wrote a short story about a woman who carried her own toilet paper in her purse because she hated public restroom toilet paper. It was fiction, but I do have strong feelings about toilet paper, so there were definitely shades of realism. Today, friends, I need to offer a shout-out to our local Mediterranean restaurant for their TP being super thick and soft. 👊🏼 In a bathroom that was otherwise a wee bit sketch, I applaud you for splurging. Yes, I took a picture of it. I don’t even care if you judge me. Anyone else have strong TP emotions? #30daysofbiblelettering @30daysofbiblelettering #handlettering
It’s not our anniversary. Today was a normal Saturday around here. Laundry. Yardwork. Painting. Mudding. Lowe’s run. Mediterranean takeout. Making anagrams out of our names with Bananagrams. Yep, a normal, full, tiring day at the end of a normal, full, tiring week. But after dinner, my lobster pulled his upright bass off the stand in the schoolroom and the light poured in like this. I guess what I mean is, how could I not see grace here? #mylobster #sacredordinarydays #weareplacemakers #allaboutthatbass #themiddlematters
You can pretty much assume that if there’s a cup of tea on your IG feed, it’s mine. 💥👊🏼❤️ Y’all, I have about a thousand and two things to say about that word “am” and the eternal now and God and what it says about how we are called to live, but it’s Friday and beautiful weather and I’m going outside instead. Happy Friday! I’ll see you on the flip side. #matthew2820 #30daysofbiblelettering #handlettering #pumpkinbread #friyay
The truth is, for me, it’s much more likely to be the mindnumbingly routine, boring, dishes-in-the-sink, bandaids-on-your-feet, leaves-need-to-be-raked, brace-on-your-wrist kinds of things that get in the way of me feeling the love of God. Not the heights. Not the depths. Just ordinary, regular, routine life. But even in that ordinary sacred that is the grace of life in this world, my friends, even here—nothing, I assure you, nothing can separate you from Love. Whether you feel it or not.

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