For My Girls – Encouragement in Singleness.

Sister friends, these words are for you –

It’s what I have been dying to tell you along the way and all that I have learned over the past year or more of dating and waiting for a husband. Truly I have waited much longer than a year, but God did some work since 2018 and what He taught me was an anchor to my soul in the hard moments. I’ll be honest and say I have not wanted to write this post as I was afraid that it would come off as preaching and weird, but last week I read an old journal entry from last November and I felt like this was the exact message I wanted to share. So I hope my words serve as encouragement to those of you who may be in the waiting season. Cling to Hope and know that you lack no good thing. Continue reading “For My Girls – Encouragement in Singleness.”

The Pursuit in Pruning

Lately I have been learning about pursuit, specifically God’s pursuit of me. In a culture that encourages us to look at pursuit with the world’s standard instead of God’s, it is so easy to miss the small and grand ways that Jesus pursues us over and over again. But the fact that He wants to teach me about the word pursuit shows how much He is in pursuit of me. He longs for me to know about this love in a Heavenly way. And He longs for you to know it too.

John 15:1-2 says, “I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener.  He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful.”

Pursuit in the form of pruning. This is the way the Lord grabbed my attention to transform how I would come to understand this word. Sometimes the best way the Lord can pursue our hearts is by pruning a branch in order for us to be more fruitful and beautiful in the way He intended for us to be. A few months ago, this was the case for me. Continue reading “The Pursuit in Pruning”

Single and Thriving In Your Twenties

If you would have asked me in ninth grade when I thought I would have been in love {possibly even engaged}, with confidence I would have answered senior year of college. OH SWEET NINTH GRADE HANNAH. But honestly, I can truly say I believed it. Four years of college is plenty of time to fall in love, so I delusionally imagined. But with each passing year of college …and post college… my prince charming has yet to arrive, leaving my junior-high thoughts even more laughable. Continue reading “Single and Thriving In Your Twenties”