When You're Filled Up to the Brim

Because so much is happening at once.

Philly “helping” me make the bed. Also what Philly does when he’s “filled to the brim.” Take a lesson from Philly.

Ack! I’m Late!

I miss you! I miss you! I miss you!

This is has been one heck of a summer. I have been musing on what I want to tell you - because I want to tell you alllll the things now. (I’ve been tardy by three weeks even though I gave myself the “every other Sunday” break for the summer. I didn’t even keep that promise. Sorry!) I’ll rethink how to do summer - next summer.

What Do I Tell You Next?

There’s the story about Philly; some things I’d like to say about flipping what you’re dealing with on its ear; how long discernment can last (a long time. “Oh Lord how long must I wait?”¹); a story about how I once had a very personal run-in and life changing moment with a mouse and a vagrant cat; and finally, burying the lead, how my husband and I are currently packing up and moving across the country.

So even though it’s been quiet on the Little Yellow Bird end, it’s not so quiet in my head while I’m rummaging through and packing up closets for a mid August deadline.

So, since it’s Tuesday, and I never write to you on Tuesdays, I’m going to turn this into a fun little poll. You tell me what story you’d like to hear first. I’m curious if you’ll respond because it is after all the final month of summer and you have that beach wave to surf. But I’ll take my chances.

Even just checking in with you I feel so much better. Ohhhh that’s a good one. What’s that thing for you… that nagging tap on the shoulder that’s turning into an urgent hunger? Do it. It’s so easy. Then you can experience the resplendent joy of the exhale.

(PS. This little poll does have a week expiration date. So make your choice now!)

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1. Psalm 13