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Delight: A Podcast

Delight: A Podcast

I met my friend Elizabeth when I travelled for ZTA as a Leadership Consultant. Since then, every moment of our friendship has been marked by what I call “God things,” instances that can only by credited to His power and will. Each of these “God things” gives me a reason to delight fully and completely in Him.

This past spring, Elizabeth was given the opportunity to speak to a group of middle school girls. The Lord pulled her to Deuteronomy 30:19-20 , which reads:

“This day I call the heavens and the earth as witnesses against you that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life, so that you and your children may live and that you may love the Lord your God, listen to his voice, and hold fast to him. For the Lord is your life, and he will give you many years in the land he swore to give to your fathers, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.”

With Elizabeth’s permission, I’m sharing a recording of God’s word spoken through her. This podcast is only a partial recording, so start by reading the introduction below. And turn the volume up. The recording was taken in an outside setting with a phone, so you may experience a bit of “white noise.” 🙂

Take an afternoon walk, swing on the front-porch swing, tan by pool, dust, etc. while you enjoy God’s word spoken through Elizabeth. May this podcast bring you great delight.

 “When I was in elementary school, going to my grandparents’ house was a feast for my imagination. This was the home my mom had lived in from the day she was born until the day she left to go to college. There were endless treasures to discover, and each treasure had a rich history that gave my siblings and I a glimpse into my mom’s childhood.

My grandparents also had a great backyard, complete with a wooden seesaw that my Papa Jack built for us one summer. Time at my grandparents’ house was rarely dull. There was always something to do, something to make, or something to discover.

One of my all-time favorite activities took place every fall. Trees surrounded Mam Maw and Papa Jack’s backyard, and in the fall the yard would be covered with fresh pine straw. My siblings and I would spend hours raking this straw into neat rows, creating outlines of an imaginary house. This house was not just any simple one-room cabin; this was our dream house. We would have bedrooms, play rooms, a kitchen, a dining room, etc., and the lawn furniture we found in the garage provided the finishing touch. We had everything a little girl or boy needed to dream up hours worth of play time.

This straw house set the stage for our imaginations to run wild. But this straw house was simply that…a straw house. What would happen if we had tried to actually LIVE in this straw house? We would quickly notice that there were several key components missing that made our straw house quite unsuitable. We had no real roof to keep out the rain. No real walls to block the wind. No real place to sleep at night. Imagine there was a sudden thunderstorm. How foolish would we be if our parent’s came outside offering to give us shelter inside their real house with a real roof and real walls and real beds, and we had refused, demanding that our straw house was good enough?

This is exactly what happens when God looks to us, in the midst of our sin and stubbornness, offering us something more, but we look at our life and say “no thanks, God. This straw house is good enough.”

To listen, click “play” below or download from iTunes using this link: Delight


The Princess, Her Favorite Things, and Squirrel Meat: A Tale of What’s “En Vogue”

What’s “En Vogue” in the life of Princess Katelyn (in no particular order):

1. Princesses (both Disney and Kate)

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2. Prince George (He’s just too cute!)

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3. Front Porch Swings

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4. Southern Accents

5. Sweet Tea

6. Grits

7. Country Music (We watch the CMT Top 20 Countdown almost every weekend.)

8. Sunday Afternoon Naps

9. SUV’s (Long live the white ‘03 Jeep Grand Cherokee with a brush guard. It’s the one and only car I’ve ever driven, and it’s still going strong!)

10. Batman (Yes, even retro Batman.)


This picture was taken at the Warner Brothers Studios in Hollywood, California. I was on Cloud 9! You may recognize this scene from “The Dark Knight Rises.”











11. All Things Disney


Disneyland, California


12. Jack Rogers Sandals

13. Dancing

14. Bangles (Check out 5th and Ashland!)

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15. Emily Post (I have two of her books.)

16. Etiquette

17. Personalized Stationary

18. Personalized Everything (Disclaimer: My first monogrammed items date back to smocked dresses, so my love is genuine.)

19. Silver, Linens, and Vintage Imperial Candlewick Glassware

20. Zeta Tau Alpha: It’s not four years, it’s for life!



“Crowning” Cal-Berkeley’s famous        Throwing “Think pink” ribbons at

football coach.                                              Longwood University.

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Throwing “Think Pink” ribbons              Throwing “the crown” in the Pacific

at Cal-Berkeley.                                             Ocean, San Francisco, CA

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ZTA Traveling Leadership Consultants             Throwing “Think Pink” Ribbons at

modeling our new Spirit Jerseys                          Longwood University

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With the chapter flag for Kappa Zeta chapter        ZTA TLC’s colonizing a new chapter

at Clemson University                                                     at Appalachian State


21. All things Clemson. Go Tigers!

I spent one of these at every school I visited as a ZTA Traveling Leadership Consultant. Let me know if you find one! #princesscomestotown

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22. Family and Family Traditions

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23. Friends

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24. Squirrel Meat

Wait, what? Ladies and gents, I’ve done the research, and it’s true! Check out this article I wrote for Archery 360, enjoy a good laugh, and let me know what you think!

 8 Reasons Eating Squirrel Meat is “En Vogue” (And Totally Relevant to Archery Hunting)


Love, hugs, optimism, and squirrel meat,


Finding “Good” in Goodbyes

Finding “Good” in Goodbyes

“Don’t be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again, and meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.” –Richard Bach

This quote is one that is near and dear to my heart. It cuts down deep to evoke an emotion that cannot be fully described. It begins with a slow, deep, confidently pronounced pounding of my heart. My ears ring with whispers of hope. My skull is filled with the anticipatory melody of dreams yet to be discovered. My belly is satisfied with a hunger for the future. My feet move to the pitter patter of childlike anticipation. I fling open my arms and stretch out my fingertips, reaching for but not quite grasping a time and place in the future that is reserved for the truest of friendships. My joy cannot be contained, my entire soul is set off-balance, and I am filled with hope.

Hope: the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best. In this ever-changing, unpredictable world, it is certainty that gives me hope. Certainty in good and perfect timing, certainty in good and perfect opportunities, and certainty in good and perfect people. No person is perfect, yet I am certain that each one is paradoxically perfectly imperfect. And sometimes it takes a good-bye for us to mature and embrace the perfection in the imperfections.

A “bye” gives us an opportunity to “advance to the next round of play,” a new level of maturity, by pitting us against fierce competitors: doubt, fear, circumstances.

  • Doubt: “I should have said _____, but now it’s too late. Wait, it’s not too late! It’s never too late!”
  • Fear: “What if I never get to come back here to see all of these beautiful people again? Or what if I come back and everything has changed?”
  • Circumstances: “Gosh, they’re so far away now. But we did agree on ‘see you soon.’ When, exactly, is ‘soon’? Did we pink promise on this ‘soon’? I am serious about pinky promises. You do not break those! Oh, look at that. There was something in my teeth/a stain on my shirt/a piece of nature in my hair. Yep, that’s how I wanted to be remembered.”

Nevertheless, we learn to face our doubts. We accept the bad timing in all of its glory because bad timing is good timing because it serves a greater purpose by being bad. We say the things we wish we would have said in the first place because true friendships “rejoice in the truth.” We collide wildly into our circumstances and conquer distances by soldering our hearts together and having the patience to wait for the perfect “soon.” With maturity of heart and mind, we stomp out fear and learn to accept that everything changes. We put on the full armor of God (Ephesians 6:13-18), and our feet are made ready to step out into the great unknown because we know that in Him, all things work together for our good (Romans 8:28). We put aside our selfish ambitions, take up our cross, and follow Him. We go out into this world and meet it with all of its complexities head on. We grow, we learn, we change.

And then we come back, for “where your treasure is, there your heart will be, also” (Matthew 6:21). We realize the great treasure we have in our friendships, and we hold them a little tighter. We embrace them for all of their imperfections, and we revel in the fact that “meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.”


Love, hugs, and optimism,


Solder: To Make Solid

Solder: To Make Solid

The word “solder” comes from the Latin “solidare,” which means “to make solid.” It is a technique used to strengthen two pieces of metal in such a way that the union cannot be broken. The technique of soldering is similar to that of welding, but it contains a third component which makes it seem entirely different altogether.

When I think of soldering, I picture a delicate piece of jewelry. I think of my charm bracelets and the sentimental story that each charm holds. I think of the importance of having each charm soldered so that I can cherish them forever. I picture the matching, dainty, gold bracelets with petite heart-shaped dangles that my father gave my mother, my sister, and me one Christmas years ago. I think of how the clasp broke, so I selfishly commandeered my sister’s bracelet until I could have the broken piece soldered back together.

If I dig deeper, I am reminded of the truth found in Proverbs 27:17, which reads “as iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another.” I have often heard the phrase “you are the average of the five people that you spend the most time with.” If that is true, don’t you want your relationships to be like that of ironing sharpening iron, of two people bringing out the best in one another and pushing them to not only live and survive but to thrive?

What’s the key to “thriving” in our relationships? What’s the key to living in a way that allows our values and beliefs to be displayed fearlessly in our actions and words? How do we allow others to see the goodness inside our hearts?

I believe that the answer is found in soldering. You have to solder your heart to “devotion to the right, the good, and the true.” You have to solder your actions and motives to the belief that “love is the greatest of all things.” You see, soldering is different from welding. Welding fuses two pieces together directly, but soldering requires a third piece. In our relationships with one another, we must seek for the space between us to be filled with the Holy Spirit. Jesus Christ must serve as that third piece to draw us closer together, to magnetize and magnify our unity in heart, mind, and spirit. That is when we can encourage one another “to make solid” our hopes and dreams and provide each other with the fortification necessary to face the unknown paths that leads us to “immeasurably more than all we can ask or image.”

“We were made for so much more…we were made to THRIVE!”

Love, hugs, and optimism,


“My Blanket Will Save Me!”: The Tale of the Princess and the Evil Bird

‘Twas a Saturday evening on a hot night in June,

Princess came home in the light of a full moon.

Not a soul was home, she was the only one there.

Upstairs she went to her princess lair.

Sweet dreams filled her mind as she anticipated her fate.

She’d join her family the next day at the lake.

The night wore on. The morning sun beamed on her face.

Up and at ‘em, Princess! Begin your day with grace.

Down the stairs she trudged, not yet quite awake.

A cup of coffee and then she’d be off to the lake!

Two spoonfuls of sugar and a splash of cream.

She heard rustling nearby. Could it be what it seemed?

“No, there’s no way. I locked all the doors.”

She carefully tiptoed across the hardwood floors.

She heard it again. There it was! Could it be?!

She slinked towards the next room, but she couldn’t quite see.

She reached out her hand and grabbed the closest thing nearby.

“Great! A camping chair,” She said with a sigh.

She took a few swings and thought: “This will have to do.”

She flipped on the lights and immediately thought “ewwww!”

There it was, in the corner, perched up high.

A black, ugly bird! Oh me, oh my!

What’s a princess to do? A damsel in distress.

“I need a knight in shining armor, and right now would be best!”

No knight, no prince, nobody in sight.

She grabbed the next best thing when faced with a fright.

“It’ll stove off nighttime monsters, so surely this’ll do.”

Over her head with a blanket like the little kids do.

Next she went searching for a baseball bat.

“I’ll jump around and scare it and then that’ll be that.”

She flickered the lights, but it just wouldn’t move.

“Great! Now, what can I do?”

“ It’s too close to the door to open it from inside. Aha- the old house key! What a lucky surprise!”

Onto the porch to open it from the outdoors. She pushed it and ran, but that bird did not soar.

“I’ll extend my arms and push it right out…

Oh no, my bat is too short.” She cried with a pout.

“I know! I can use a broom.”

Blanket over her head, stealth mode into the room.

She crouched on the couch with her blanket like a cape

And leaned past the lamp… gosh, to have this on tape!

The broom handle extended and was just about there.

Right then the bird turned and it started to stare.

Tears flowing down, not knowing what to do,

She clutched the blanket tightly and counted to two.

One little push from the end of the broom,

That crazy bird flew into the next room!

That’s it. She was trapped. What else could she do?

“The other back door!” This is it. She just knew.

Two more doors, two more chances. Time to end this game!

She pushed them, but it didn’t fly when she came.

Pacing back and forth through the backyard,

Man oh man, this was incredibly hard.

To be a Princess of sorts, she was not like the rest.

She didn’t care for woodland creatures like her unwanted guest.

Crying and pacing with her blanket still in tow,

“I know just the trick to get this bird to go!”

Her brother’s black lab wagged his tail and looked on.

“Come on, Drake! I’ll throw ya a bone!”

Not a bone in the usual, treat-like way.

“NO ANIMALS IN THE HOUSE!” that’s what she’d usually say.

In her moment of desperation, that rule was null and void.

“Come on! It’s ok! I won’t pop you! Good boy!”

Drake slowly but surely came into the house.

He thought he was being tricked, so he moved slow like a mouse.

“Please don’t spank me!” he said with his eyes.

“There it is boy, go get him!” the Princess cried.

Down he laid on the floor. “Rub my belly. Pat my head.”

Her fool-proof plan was surely dead.

Drake didn’t bark or jump the bird up.

He was a lazy, silly, lovable pup.

“I’m determined. This bird has got to go!”

What’s this?! But wait! I know! I know!

I’ll throw these items until that silly bird falls,

Then Drake can trap it between his two paws!

One throw! Two throws! Three throws! It’s down!

The bird was injured, but it wasn’t on the ground.

Away it flew hidden somewhere nearby.

“I’ll never get this thing out!” she continued to cry.

After a series of text messages between her mom and her dad,

She received a phone call. They knew it was bad.

Somewhere amidst the screaming in fear,

The bird flew away, so she let out a cheer.

Away to the lake for a fun afternoon.

No bird, no blanket cape, no fear, and no gloom.

After a day on the water and some fun in the sun,

Princess went to bed, knowing she had won.

One hour, two hours, three hours, four.

She drifted off to sleep as her imagination soared.

Around 6:45, she awoke with a scream.

That bird was attacking her in the midst of her dream!

“Katelyn! Katelyn, it’s just Will. Wake up. Stop your crying. The bird’s in my room, and I’m really not lying!”

“Get in the bed with me, and hurry! Close the door! I’m not letting that bird terrorize me any more!”

My brother and I awoke the next day.

Mama came to our rescue, caught the bird, and let it fly away.

I will never look at a bird the same way again.

They’ll always seem to have an evil grin.

Smirking and chirping with a taunting demeanor,

“Mess with us again, and we’ll peck out your eyes for dinner!”

So is the reason why animals, Princess does not love.

Especially those that slither on the ground or fly up above.

They can smell your fear. They’ll take advantage of you!

Moral of the story: Grab your blanket. Cover your head. It’s the best you can do!

Princess and her not so fearless guard dog! It's ok, Drake. I still love you, even though I don't always show it!

Princess and her not-so fearless guard dog! It’s ok, Drake. I still love you, even though I don’t always show it!

Everything on These Two Pages

One of the early lessons of childhood involves deciphering between one’s wants and needs. For example, a child may want a Barbie Dreamhouse or a Hot Wheels race track, but what she/he needs is water, food, oxygen, etc. Although this truth is easy for adults to grasp, it is often much harder for children to comprehend. Why is that?

I am told that as I child I had a tendency to be somewhat obstinate. Cue the recollections of the “terrible two’s”! If Daddy tried to dress me in mix-matched outfits, I would kick and scream “no!” and Mama would have to explain that “she doesn’t normally wear those two things together.” I’m also told of the time when two-year-old Princess Katelyn just had to have Ollie, the yellow, plastic, rocking toy. Although Ollie was much bigger than I was, I somehow channeled my strong sense of “want” into my biceps and drug him off the shelf by his sparse patch of red yarn hair. Into the buggy and away we went with Ollie in tow! My third and final recollection is legendary in my household. It is credited as being one of the reasons that my family calls me “Princess.” Hold on tight, you’re in for quite the ride!

It was Christmas-time, and the Sears “Big Book” had arrived. I eagerly flipped through the pages and came to a whole section of pink baby toys. A “my-sized” stroller, baby cradle, and high chair were just a few toys among the coveted pale pink items. I imagine you could see the hearts in my eyes as I drooled over the pages at nearly three years old. As it came time to write my letter to Santa, the conversation between my parents and me went something like this:

Mama and Daddy: “Katelyn, what do you want Santa to bring you for Christmas?”

I opened up the book, pointed my finger, and replied, without the slightest bit of doubt, “everything on these two pages.”

Mama and Daddy: “Um, no, sweetie. You can’t have everything on these two pages.”

Katelyn: “Uh huh. Everything on these two pages.”

Mama and Daddy: “Katelyn, no, you can’t have everything on these two pages. You need to pick a few things.”

Katelyn: “Yeah. Everything on these two pages.”

Christmas morning came, and what did I receive? “Everything on these two pages!” It was everything I wanted. However, as is the case with most toys, I’m sure my pink baby accoutrements soon lost their luster and I was quickly focusing on “the next big thing”

But wait…

Aren’t we, as adults, guilty of looking for “the next big thing”?

Just last week I found myself thinking “gosh, if _____ would just happen. If I could just have ____.” A few days later, I got what I wanted. However, I found myself angry, shaking my head in denial, and exclaiming with sadness “but this isn’t what I wanted!” Was it?

Isn’t it weird how we often want something that we can’t have so badly that we’ll do anything to get it? We place all of our hopes and dreams and expectations in whatever our “want” may be. We get it. Time passes. The “shine” and newness wear off, and we no longer want that thing that we thought we needed, that we just had to have, so we cast it aside.

The reality of this situation frustrated me, and I couldn’t understand why I wanted something up until the very moment I had it. I spent days trying to wrap my mind around why my thoughts and feelings had failed me. Suddenly it all became clear. Life isn’t about what I want. Jeremiah 17:9 reads: “The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?” The heart can be deceitful. That is such a scary thought. How do I know if my heart is deceiving me? What if what I think I want is just a temptation? But if that is the case, am I not called to be “joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer” (Romans 12:12)?

But there is great cause to be “joyful in hope.” Although I may not know exactly what it is that I want, there is someone who knows exactly what it is that I need, for “my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus” (Philippians 4:19). “Take delight in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart” (Psalm 37:4), for “I the Lord search the heart and examine the mind, to reward a man according to his conduct, according to what his deeds deserve” (Jeremiah 17:10). I didn’t need Ollie or those pink toys or a perfectly matching outfit. Quite similarly, maybe we don’t want certain obstacles in our lives, but they are exactly what we need.

So how do we make our needs become our wants? How do I learn to want the things that Jesus tells me I need?

The best and greatest advice that I can give is to pray. How? What for? Romans 8:26-27 tells us that “In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Sprit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Sprit, because the Sprit intercedes for the saints in accordance with God’s will.”

Pray that your heart may be burdened for God’s Will. Pray that the Holy Spirit may come into your life with such boldness and ferocity that you will experience a certain brokenness, a moldability to change in a way that only He can change you. Pray that you may be utterly, undeniably convicted to be the person that He needs you to be, that your family needs you to be, and that the world needs you to be. With the Holy Spirit living inside of you, all your wants and needs will align, and you’ll be right in the middle of God’s “immeasurably more than you can ask or imagine” before you even realize it.

Love, hugs, and optimism,


Princess takes a Sabbatical…again!

Friends and family,

It has been quite a while since I have attempted to entertain you all with the details of the short stories of my fairy tale. “Why all of the suspense?” you may ask. Here are five reasons why I have so shamefully neglected my blog:

  1. Work: When I last wrote to you in November of 2012, I was traveling as a Leadership Consultant for ZTA. The daily demands of the job quickly took over, and I didn’t have the proper time to devote to keeping my blog up-to-date.
  2. The theme: When I would sit down to write what I was hoping would be a “quick” update, I would take one look at my past posts and quickly become overwhelmed with the need to stick with the rhyming theme. The more I tried to force the words onto my computer screen, the harder it became. Nevertheless, I think the general idea is still very much applicable to my life. I’m a daughter of the King, which makes me a Princess. Also, Sarah, my first name, means “princess” in Hebrew. I sense a bit of self-fulfilling prophecy there. 😉 Also, although I may not be traveling as frequently as I used to, I’m still very much a girl-on-the-go. I always keep a bag partially packed because I never know when I might want to take a spontaneous trip. Having toiletries, makeup, and PJ’s already packed away makes it much easier to say “yes” to a one-night visit or weekend trip. And yes, I still over-pack. Even my purse is over-packed these days. You never know when you may need to slap on a coat of the perfect sheer, ballerina pink nail polish to freshen things up a bit in a pinch. Hint hint: try Essie “Mademoiselle.” It’s my favorite!
  3. My tendency to over-think: Does anybody even read my blog? Who am I to think that my life is soooo interesting that anyone would want to know what I’m up to? Gosh, Katelyn, you’re so selfish! What if someone does read my blog, notices a grammatical error, and, consequently, thinks I’m careless? What if I’m boring? What if a stalker traces my blog and hunts me down?! Eek!
  4. Adherence to the rules: Those of you who are avid bloggers and/or writers know that there are rules in addition to the usual grammatical rules. Posts must be consistent but not obnoxious, must contain interesting and relevant content, must be long enough to be “worth the read” but not so long that readers become bored before they get to the end, etc. The list goes on and on. Since I have a tendency to be “Type-A” and somewhat “particular,” I quickly overwhelmed myself with the need to adhere to the oh-so important “rules.” Rather than pressuring myself to follow “the rules,” I took the lazy/easy/shameful way out by avoiding writing altogether.
  5. The age-old adage “less is more”: I met a variety of different people from an array of cultural, professional, and demographic backgrounds while traveling, which resulted in me being acutely aware of the power of words and their effect on people. The Bible references the power of one’s tongue in a variety of passages. For instance, James 3:6-8 tells us: “ v6. The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell…..v8. but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.” For that reason, we are told earlier in James 1:19 to “be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to become angry.”

Nevertheless, on the flip side of “less is more,” we have “everything in moderation” and the truth found in Ephesians 4:29 to “not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.”

Although I am prone to over-thinking, perhaps there are some words and thoughts within the deepest part of my soul that can, indeed, be helpful to “building others up.” Perhaps my tendency for introspection through quiet whispers with God is His way of placing His words and His truth in my heart so that my conversation may “be always full of grace, seasoned with salt.” (Colossians 4:6) Yes, there are rules to blogging. Yes, it’s important to have followers. Maybe I won’t have tons of followers but just a handful, but if what I write is “beneficial to those who listen,” then I think my blog is fulfilling its purpose, no matter how small or large my base of followers may be.

I’m going to give the world of blogging another shot. Here are five expectations for myself and my readers:

  1. Non-expertise: This expectation is in response to some of the questions that resulted from my tendency to over-think. I’m not an expert, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t write. The internet is filled with accounts from tons of normal people, just like myself. These people are not experts, yet they write freely. Being a “not-expert” doesn’t make me any less of a person. It makes me human. I maintain that I am not an expert, that I am not perfect, and that the only truth and perfection I can cling to are God’s Word, His love, and my identity in Christ.
  2. Grammatical errors: I will do my best adhere to the grammar rules. However, I acknowledge that avoiding writing for fear of making mistakes will only cause my writing to wane. The only way to improve is to write. And write, I will!
  3. The rules: I still find “the rules” a bit overwhelming, but avoiding them altogether is not the answer. The more I write, the easier it will become. “Practice makes perfect,” so practice, I will!
  4. Consistency in inconsistency: Because it takes me a while to internalize my thoughts and feelings, I cannot guarantee that my posts will follow a certain timeline. The best I can do is guarantee consistency in my inconsistency. Want to hear from me more often? Follow me on twitter @katelynrutland. I’m much better at crafting quick, 140-character-or less thought bubbles.
  5. Content: Long gone are the days of sticking to a theme. You can expect posts about current books I’m reading, quotes that I find especially moving, and funny stories from life on The Ridge. I might even throw in some #throwbackthursday posts to reflect on my travel days. Perhaps I will even include a little rhyming. If something moves me and will be beneficial to others, I will write about it. Rest assured, however, that if I do choose to write on a topic, it is because I have vastly overanalyzed the topic to the point of no return. I love a little spontaneity, but when it comes to my thoughts and feelings and sharing with others, I tend to have a long, hard reflection about of all the possible outcomes before making my feelings known.

There you have it, folks. Why I haven’t been blogging and what you can expect in the future. First up on the blog timeline: my thoughts on our wants versus our needs. Get ready- the Lord has given me some sweet, sweet thoughts on this topic.

Love, hugs, and optimism,


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