Monday Morning

There’s nothing quite like that feeling when our Heavenly Father’s Spirit pricks your heart and says,

“Why haven’t I been first in your life lately? Your heart has not been desiring my will above all else.”

My heart sank when I heard this, and I instantly felt awful. I was tempted to shove Him out of my mind, and carry on about my morning.

What a mistake that would have been.

I made myself french toast, and ate it despite the fact that guilt was eating away my appetite. I slowly began to pray little by little, confessing and asking for forgiveness – I could feel God’s gentle but rough hands work on my heart. It hurt. I wanted to stop praying and continue going on about my day, but I knew that I needed to do more.

I went upstairs, opened my Bible and journal, and began an intimate conversation with my Lord. I didn’t hear His voice per se, but He showed Himself to me in His word – and in my weakness. I am so thankful that when I am weak, then I am strong (2 Corinthians 12:10)! I need His strength every day, because I am weak every day. So very weak – and selfish. Instead of allowing God to reign in my heart, I have let certain desires of mine to take the throne. There are things that I want, and I want them now. I haven’t been patient with God’s timing… But what good reason do I have to not wait joyfully, peacefully, and obediently? Our Father’s timing is perfect and good. So, I will wait.

Upon asking for forgiveness this morning and dwelling on who God is, I was reminded of how His mercies are new every morning. As Lamentations 3:22-23 (ESV) says,

22 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
23 they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.

How wonderful is that? In the NIV translation, verse 22 is worded like this: “Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail.”

Oh, hallelujah  :).

These verses also got me to thinking about how I should reflect God’s character, and also be merciful every day. As I said in my Facebook status,

“If God’s mercies are new every morning, then ours should be, too. This means no grudges. This means forgiveness. This means giving grace as it has been given to us.”

(I just quoted myself. Is that weird? I think it’s a little weird.)

I ended my journal entry this morning by listing four things that I was thankful for. To end this blog post, I’ll share the list with you:

  1. God’s renewed mercy every morning
  2. His love
  3. His gentle Spirit
  4. His word

Drowning in His mercy,



Yesterday I signed up to be an Anthropologie member, and today I received this in the mail:

1: Front of the envelope with my name and address printed out in good ol’, never fail, forever classic, American Typewriter font. (I blurred it out so that my address isn’t readable. No stalkers, please!)

2: Back of the envelope with Anthro’s Philly address. I’ve never been to the store in Philly – only the one in New York City. That was a dream  :).

3. Inside there was my membership card. A super simple & eye-catching avocado green card with “ANTHRO” stamped in the middle.

Tonight I spent a bit of time on Anthropologie’s website, and picked out a few favorites  :). For example…

I’d love to wear this dress with these cute earrings:

Or one of these shirts…

…with these pants & shoes:


And speaking of old pictures (not that we were), here are two photos I dug up and edited this evening just for funzies:

All right, well, I realize this is a slightly dull blog post. Just think of it as a filler – it’s simply here so that my blog doesn’t get dusty before my next real post. However, I hope you found enjoyment in it anyway! I promise my next post will be more worthwhile. I’ve had many thoughts brewing in my mind for a little while, so I’m sure I’ll have a thing or two to write about soon.

With His love,


Sharing the Wealth

It was Fourth of July (exactly 10 days ago, although it feels longer ago than that). I was at work with Janessa and Heidi, and it was a less-busy-than-usual sort of day at the dairy. Most everyone that was coming in was just there to buy ice cream with their families – it was hot, and it was a holiday. At around the time the sun is almost completely gone, there was only one customer in the store. It was quiet, and I took advantage of the time to clean up some of the messes we made whilst dipping ice cream and making milkshakes. The customer (a man whose appearance I can’t recall other than his khaki pants and balding head) approached the counter to purchase his two gallons of milk, and so I rung up his purchases. Heidi bagged his milk, and the gentleman struck up a conversation.

          “So, do you get paid extra for working on a holiday?” He asked. Heidi and I laughed politely as I replied,

“No, we don’t. I think it’s only if you work full time do you get paid time and a half.” Heidi jokingly said,

“We accept tips, though!” Without a second of hesitation, the gentleman whipped out his wallet, took out two single dollar bills, and put them on the counter. Immediately Heidi turned bright red, began insisting that she was joking, and did not want his money. I, too, told the man that neither of us minded working on a holiday, and that a tip was unnecessary. By this point, my face was also turning pink. My ears felt hot, and my mouth was stuck in a I-feel-awkward-and-am-not-sure-what-to-do sort of smile. Heidi tried handing the two dollars back to the man, but he refused. He explained,

“I worked eight hours today, and I did get paid time and a half. I’m just sharing the wealth.”

He said a few more things about how he appreciated us, wished us to have a lovely evening, and bid us goodbye. Feeling quite undeserving of his kind gesture, I somewhat self-consciously stuffed the bill in my pocket and decided to later put it in my jar of change/tips at home. Heidi declared that she was going to put the money in the offering plate at church.

That random gentleman reminded me of three important things:

  1. Small gestures can leave large imprints. So, be careful and aware of what you do/say.
  2. I shouldn’t hold onto my money with as tight of a grip as I do.
  3. As Anne Frank said,

(image made by me)

With care,



“What was your favorite part of today?”

Jay and I ask this question to each other all the time. I love it so much, and I hope it’s a habit that never dies. It’s such a great way to talk about our day to each other, and appreciate the loveliest parts of the day. It’s also always fun when we spend the whole day together, and we tell each other which part of hanging out was our favorite  :).

This week, I’ve had a lot of little favorites – which, of course, I have taken pictures of to share  :). I have many more favorites than this, but not each one got photographed. So, here are a few favorite bits from this week:

^ It’s blueberry season! This week was also very, very hot (in the triple digits, yuck). So, I put blueberries on some bamboo skewers, and stuck them in the freezer. An hour later, they were perfectly frozen, and so yummy. And they’re so pretty – I love their lovely color.

^ I wore skirts often this past week because of how hot it was – and because they’re pretty  :). I especially enjoy wearing this one (pictured above). I love the bright coral color & how swishy the fabric is.

^ Winnie-the-Pooh. A.A. Milne’s stories never do get old. This week, I’ve read bits and pieces of Pooh Bear’s adventures in Hundred Acre Wood  :).

^ Grilled cheese with avocado and some pepper. Needless to say, it was SO good. Definitely a favorite  :).

^ Always a favorite <3. I’ve enjoyed reading Jane Austin’s Pride and Prejudice this week.

^ I know I had a picture of a headband in the last post, but… Oh well. I liked headbands a lot this week, and never went a day without one. And because it’s been so hot, I’ve been wearing my hair up to keep it out of the way as much as possible.

^ Summertime means fresh fruits. This was my breakfast yesterday – blueberries, a kiwi, and cherries.

I don’t have a picture for this one, but another favorite part of the week was getting an email from Jay  :). He listed a bunch of random reasons why he loves me. (Feel free to say either “Awww!” or “Ewww.” Whichever reaction comes more natural to you is fine  ;)) My favorite one?

“I love your smile… It reflects your personality so well. It’s like a Blythe bomb because it’s not just incredibly beautiful but it’s like part of your spirit pours out when you smile.”

And while we’re talking about Jay, I must mention another favorite part of this week (again, not pictured): He surprised me by buying me two Cuppow! lids. Click on the link. I guarantee that the first thought you’ll have is “That was the perfect gift for Blythe.”

Okay, I’m done gushing about my wonderful boyfriend on my blog. Hopefully I haven’t embarrassed him too much  ;).

I think it’s important to take note of things like our favorite parts of our days. Even when I’m having a bad day, I try to think of what the best part was. It’s a great way to count my blessings, and be reminded of Him from whom all blessing flow.

What was your favorite part of today?



It’s The Little Things

(Is it absurd that I’m posting two days in a row?)

Over the past few days, it seems like I’ve been more sensitive to the little things more than usual. I decided to document them with my camera to share with you folks. I don’t have much to say… I’ll let the photos do most of the talking.

^ New earrings that make me smile.

^ Now that I have contacts, I can wear sunglasses again! Makes me happy  :).

^ The summer sun has brought out my freckles.

^ Summery headbands.

^ This little guy was dropped off at my house by an anonymous person. He came with a note declaring his name was Fred. Say “hi” to Fred!

^ Listening to some of Ingrid Michaelson’s older stuff. I’m getting so excited for her concert at the end of this month.

^ Some of my mugs. I have too many.

^ This little Black Eyed Susan was growing out of the concrete. What a strong little thing.

^ This little guy got into my room somehow.

^ Fruit <3.

^ Summer snowballs. I picked a bunch today to dry and keep.

I was reminded recently that all beauty comes from God. With that mindset, things seem even more beautiful. He has blessed us so much.

Until some other time,


Evening Light

Yesterday evening I was feeling frustrated and overwhelmed. I picked up my camera and decided to take as many pretty pictures as I could before the evening got too dark. I did just that, and it was like therapy. When I was finished, I felt at ease. It was a good time.

^ Came across Momma Skunk with her two little ones. I was stupid brave enough to get close to them. They even took the time to look my way  :). (Click on the picture to make it bigger. It looks so much better!)

Ever so sincerely,

Blythe Elizabeth