Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:
To loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke,
To set the oppressed free and break every yoke?
Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter – 
When you see the naked, to clothe them, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?
Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear;
then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard.
Then you will call and the LORD will answer; you will cry for help, and He will say ‘Here am I.’

If you do away with the yoke of oppression, with the pointing finger and the malicious talk,
And if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed,
Then your light will rise in the darkness, and your night will become like the noonday.
The LORD will guide you always, 
he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.
Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins and will raise the age-old foundations;
You will be called Repairer of Broken Walls, Restorer of Streets with Dwellings.
[Isaiah 58]


B is for Busy

I’m sitting down in front of my computer right now wanting to capture the moment in words and floundering to even get this first sentence out. There are a million different thoughts pinging through my mind and as I try grab of few of them to get them on paper it seem nearly impossible. I suppose some of my thoughts aren’t ripe enough for picking.

To say that this season of life for Richie and I is a busy one is an understatement. The reality of that was made apparent to us, of all places, across form our tax lady. We handed her our five different W2’s to which she commented…wow…you both work full time. Yup we do. Then she asked if we had any educational write offs, to which we replied…yup, both currently in full time masters programs. Her eyes kind of got bigger…Oh but don’t worry, Richie has a scholarship because oh yeah- he plays baseball and season just started. Our tax lady kind of shook her head and laughed.

This got me thinking. On top of work, school, and baseball….we are also in a life group and a Bible study, I’m doing another all women’s Bible study, plus I am currently mentoring someone. Not to mention friends and family, and the birthdays, holidays, celebrations, and nights out that come along with needing and wanting to spend time with the people we love. We are also just simply trying to navigate what being young and married looks like. Oh yeah, and we are in the midst of planning a trip to Europe this summer, and a trip to Canada, I am planning a missions trip with my job to Mississippi, and Richie is heading to the east cost.

 So then we decided- what the heck- lets buy a house.

 SO in the midst of the crazy….we are also moving.

 And to think, five months ago I was bawling because I was BORED and JOBLESS.

 The Lord continues to humble me with his abundant provisions, and continues to remind that he cares enough lavish his love over me, filling all the nooks and crannies of my life. And to think, most of the time I still focus on the negative- the things I don’t have, the people who refuse to be my friend, and the mistakes I have made. I dwell. I dwell. I dwell. And I let Satan blind me from a Fathers love for his daughter.

So this morning is a morning for pondering the wonder of God and placing myself in a posture of thankfulness. It is a morning for not seeing my life as busy but as rich with meaning and intentionality. 


(also- I went to part time in my masters program, dropped a bible study, and made a cup of tea. Self-care people. Self-care.)

super dramatic day

So if you are reading this and you’ve never met me its imperative you know, I am not, generally speaking, a super dramatic person…in fact in general people use words like responsible, even keeled, trustworthy, content, and dare I say peaceful to describe me.

But today I woke up on the dramatic side of the bed. I managed to blow everything up in my mind into something irrational, have significantly unreasonable responses to situations that came up, and I was in general, a drama queen.

Do you ever have days like that? Where you declare words “I have NO friends” at your husband. Days where you are convinced everyone had parties last night and no one invited you. Where your head hurts and its probably cancer.

Yeah thats what today was for me. ugh. Being dramatic is totally exhausting. I am now going to crawl my dramatic little self in bed and hope that tomorrow I wake up feeling a little more rooted in well, reality. 

the little browns


Since we share the last name of my in-laws, Richie and I have lovingly adopted the title “The Little Browns” to help ease confusion amoungst family. Pretty cute right? Well us little Browns have decked the halls for Christmas, and celebrating is in full force around the house.


Merry Christmas Season! ❤ the little browns

Poppy Seed

So, in addition to everything else in my life, my friend Lauren and I decided to venture on a little side project we like to called Poppy Seed Event Productions.

Basically people have been paying us to help plan and execute their weddings for a while now. We love doing it, and humbly I must say we are pretty good at it. One morning over breakfast we decided what the heck- lets combine forces. Enter Poppy Seed.

We are a small little coordinating team with lots of experience. Lauren is even a licensed wedding planner, pretty nifty of you ask me. So check out our blog, and if you know of anyone who needs help with their wedding (or other event) and they want someone who is willing to work within their budget, send them our way!

our blog


The Timbered Choir

I go among the trees and sit still.

All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles of water.

My tasks lie in their places where i left them, asleep like cattle.


Then what is afraid of me comes and lives a while in my sight.

What it fears in me leaves me, 

and the fear of me leaves it.

It sings, and I hear its song.


Then what I am afraid of comes.

I live for a while in its sight.

What it fears in it leaves it,

and the fear of it leaves me.

It sings, and I hear its song.


After days of labor,

mute in my consternations,

I hear my song at last,

and I sing it. 

As we sing the day turns, the trees move.


-wendell berry

I Love when….

I love when other countries are lit up on my blog stats page. I like the giant web of relationships Richie and I have. From Africa, to Europe, on down to Latin America, and across the States, we are so lucky with who we have in our life.

Sometimes I play that mind game where I feel a little lonely, a little like Im not too popular, or don’t have enough relationally. But thats not the way God structured my little family’s life. The net is cast wide, the people we love, they scatter the globe. I get sad because I want to tuck them all in the same city so I can have big Saturday night dinners with my nieces and nephews and new sisters, with cousins and aunts, with godparents and close friends.

But when I look at my little blog map Im reminded, I’ve got a community of adventures. That is pretty incredible, and a gift.  So Ill sit here in my little corner of the world, and pray for them, and keep in touch with them, and love them.