In the midst of social distancing, here are some photos and snippets of life right now. It feels more odd than usual to document "ordinary" life, but this space has always been a home for that exact sort of documentation, so I'll continue on. Lots of knitting. I finished the neutral striped socks for Nicholas...

This sweater has been "finished" for a little while, but even before the yoke was finished, I had a feeling that the proportions may be off. For my body shape, anyway. And so, after completing the neckline, I set about figuring out how to modify this (bottom-up) knit sweater to be more wearable. Then, referencing Episode 33 of Fruity Knitting, I cut into my sweater body, and carefully unraveled it...

Regardless of what your days currently look like (arguably not normal for most, if not all), I'm praying for little pockets of joy, and for safety for those who cannot or do not have the option to stay in, and for those unable to work from home experiencing a loss of income. Putting my hope in Jesus and praying for freedom from fear.I want to view this time of forced rest in a way as a chance to slow down, examine some heart things that I am sometimes too distracted to give heed to. I read somewhere about parents trying to explain self-isolation, school closures, etc...

It all felt a bit much. I'm usually pretty active on my instagram, even if I don't have a chance to write a blog post, and the other day, I wrote this on my profile:This week felt difficult for a myriad of reasons. Nicholas was in a car accident (he's okay! The car is not), Coop has a cold, and a few other things are weighing heavy on my heart and mind. I read this timely bit, from Jonathon Parnell's "Reading to Walk": "So how will you face it? What follows are three prayers for facing Monday--or any less-than-enthusiastic tomorrow:1...

We've had some more snow, which always makes me so joyful. I've written about the significance of snow for me in this post, from November 2018:And a word about snow. I feel like there are all these hidden promises from God that are brought fresh to mind every time it snows. I've never been sad about snow of any kind—inconvenienced, yes, since I grew up in MN, and went to school in IN—but never upset...