(A Moment on Friday)

Friday: The beginning of the weekend.
Once the end of a week comes around we are suddenly berated with family/me/significant other time.
I thought that it would be neat to start the weekend with little moments, small fragments of time that shed light on the beauty of a minute.

It might be a picture, a video. A long post to make you think or smile or laugh.
Maybe a "must see" in the beautiful city of Los Angeles?
The excitement lies in the spontaneity of it all.

This week my little brother, Samuel, decided to teach his big sister how to dance.
I played one of my favorite songs and, what can I say?
He swept me off my feet. ;)

Somewhere in Time

Have you ever seen the movie, "Somewhere in Time?" The one with Christopher Reeve, whose character falls in love with a woman who lived years before his time? I haven't finished it. When I was younger I watched the first couple of minutes and decided a nap was much better.

Yet the concept in interesting. The idea that someone can fall in love with the past...? Though I haven't fallen in "love" with someone in history, I certainly am quite fond of tiny towns tucked away in the backwoods of Northern California. When you walk down the streets you feel like you've stepped back in time, whether it's because of the big band music piped through tinny sounding speakers, or the hundreds of antique shops that decorate dusty windows with fraying furniture.

I stole one of my good friends, Lauren, away for the afternoon and spent the day soaking up the beauty of Amador City, Sutter Creek, and Jackson.

Malts and old bookstores? Abandoned streets and Victorian houses?
Makes for a lovely afternoon.

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I'm a writer. Before we go any farther, we might as well get that out of the way. I love to write stories about life and love and those little secrets no one likes to talk about. The one's you think about when you run your hand over the initials down the basement hallway? Or when you look at that picture from third grade, and you see the cracks behind your smile? Those secrets. Heartache? Yes. Struggle? Always.

But.

In order to understand the hurt, you need to understand the essence of beauty. Because it is within the stark parallel of the two that we find a real depiction of life.

Except, of course, through Jesus Christ.

"...I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me" (John 14:6)
Such a good reminder. I am blessed to be able to attend The Master's College in Southern California, and the Lord has grown me in multiple ways, big and small. I am thankful for his grace every day.

Thus, a blog.
A place to pin
pictures+writestories+celebrate life.
So here we go.
This is a blog about life?
Welcome, to mine.

First? The family. You'll be hearing a lot about them...it's big and fun and full of laughter. We'll tell you lots of good stories whether you show up late or come early.

My roommate, Sarah. (Lulu) She's a saint sent straight from God. I'm not kidding.

My closest friend, Shannon, is from Africa. She gives my life perspective with truth and love.

 ((Just don't catch her without her coffee. Then she's NOT loving!))

You can't get much more "California Girl" than living life around

*San Francisco*

*Sacramento*

*Los Angeles*

Each one wildly eccentric and beautiful in its' own way...I've enjoyed exploring and making each one home.

Nostalgia. A blessing, a curse.

Memories, the past.

I love it.

When we study the past it becomes much easier to interpret the present.

I took this picture somewhere on I-5

...while I was driving, no less.

Talent? (Stupidity...)

The sun, setting in the middle of nowhere.

It's beautiful, yes?

And yet we can only appreciate the exquisite moment if we stop and look.

Kind of like our lives.