Pro tip: accidentally befriend the most popular girl and school and then you’ll suddenly have 3000 new friends!! 😜✨ in all seriousness, what I have loved about making friends with women in my late 20’s/ early 30’s is the shedding of community ridden with insecurities. I’m convinced there aren’t many things as powerful as a sisterhood of women who aren’t driven by insecurity and aren’t wasting their energy on competition. Who are able to celebrate each other’s victories because they’ve been around the sun enough times to know that everyone has good and bad times and their joy isn’t measured by another woman’s success or failure. I love making friends with women who know who they are — even in the midst of the hard stuff. Who understand the power of lending their sister a shoulder to cry on, lean on, limp on. Love you @dontgivemefake and you embody so many of these attributes. The array of powerhouse women who surrounded you today are a testimony to your own character. I love that your little girl is going to be born into such an incredible sisterhood of women— here and where ever God takes you next. 😘
Spent way too much time last night looking through our first ever messages back and forth to each other on Facebook. They’re too special to share. I got married “young” but one of the last in my friend group. I remember people encouraging me to settle in relationships because it’s easier and I remember crying because I just couldn’t make myself not be true to my feelings. I’m so insanely happy I waited for the right one. I’m so proud I listened to my intuition and didn’t settle for anyone that didn’t feel quite right. It meant a lot of lonely Valentines Days. It meant going dateless to a lot of weddings. It meant learning to be really comfortable in my own skin. Love you @chrisrend — I still think you’re too good to be true. ✨💗
I’m waiting for my tea to brew and my toddler to fall asleep so I thought I’d do something I haven’t done in a minute and introduce myself. I’m Gabby, wife to my hottie husband @chrisrend and mama to our son Danny. I’m a freelance media/brand manager who’s real passion is helping people find creative ways to tell their story. I love it and feel so blessed that this is my job. Because I spend so much of my time thinking about growing/expanding the brands of others I’ve intentionally kept this place small and free of all the social media consumerism and just as a little outlet to write about the things I’m personally passionate about and a little diary of my corner of the world. I feel like I’m finally emerging from the fog of being a first time mom and doing a lot of personal restructuring— physically, spiritually and just as a human in the world. I love that we never really have it all figured out and my favorite part of social media culture is (surprise, surprise!) actually just watching people’s journeys and stories unfold. So if you’ve found yourself here for some reason, welcome! And please say hi in the comments below— id love to “meet” you! ✨ ps. Thinking of hosting a live Q+A talking about how to “get into” social media management. Let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in!
I’ll probably never not have this goofy smile on when I’m looking at you. Sorry in advance for being the biggest dork when I drop you off at school for the first time, when you graduate, when you get your drivers license, get married, have babies and everything else. I will be looking at you like this, totally in awe, a bit foolish and completely in love. Thanks babe for taking this photo 😘 @chrisrend
Maybe I even feel a little insecure about the fact that so few Christians, men and women alike, do talk about this issue. What’s the point in championing something that’s way too Jesus-y for non-Christian feminists, and way too nebulous, progressive and not black-and-white for most Christians? Am I crazy for planting myself directly in the center? Not really a part of either camp, but fully a part of both, just caught in the crossfire, a perceived traitor to both parties, trying to be friends with each? And yet it’s that tension that actually makes me feel like I’m onto something that feels like Jesus... // full post in the link in my bio. Trying to ask WHY Christian feminism. Image by @gracekbeck
Just so grateful. ✨
No one ever has it all together. Not a single one of us does it all, and thank goodness for that. As I’ve been ramping up my freelancing this year, and Chris is still touring, I’ve had a lot of questions about how I balance everything, and the short answer is — I don’t and I love that. Everyday something gets cut because there aren’t enough hours, because I’m not perfect, because not everything is equally important all the time. Society likes to tell us we have to do it all to keep up. You have to have a clean house, have everything organic, have a sexy and fun marriage, eat healthy, don’t rely too much on caffeine, cut sugar, be a patient parent, have a part time job AND a passion project, volunteer, be mentally stable, make sure your kids don’t only eat pizza, do yoga, have a hobby, drink filtered water, have a thriving friend group that takes trips, don’t care too much, be intentional, read books, catch concerts, go on vacation — oh my gosh are you exhausted yet?! Here’s your permission slip to breathe. To be human. To have a meltdown or a minute to enjoy your brownie. The reality is I don’t do everything every day. I’m not doing it all and I’m not sorry I’m not doing it all! I do my life with a lot of help from friends, a paid nanny, sharing Danny’s pizza for dinner, saying sorry to my husband a lot when I don’t get it right. This is real, colorful, beautiful, raw and complicated life and I love it.
Just a friendly reminder to put your own oxygen mask on today before helping others. Even on a Friday. Whatever that looks like for you. 🌿🌿
“But seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you into exile, and pray to God on its behalf, for in its welfare you will find your welfare.” - Jeremiah 29:7 // Or my translation which goes “No matter place or circumstance you’re in, champion and fight for the well being and goodness of others— no matter what they believe, do, are— because when you ask God to bless your community, he will answer, and you will find personal purpose, fulfillment and joy.”
Seven years ago today a hunky Irishman in a fisherman beanie and sailor coat asked me if he could have my Facebook details to look me up because he didn’t have an American phone to exchange numbers, thus helping me realize dreams do come true and they speak in Northern Irish accents. ✨ Being the responsible 22 year old that I was I said yes and about 12 dates later we were engaged, 30 dates later we were married and have never looked back. I sometimes can’t believe the serious hand of grace that has been on our relationship since day one. We thought love could conquer everything— and we were right only it wasn’t our love, it’s His haha! Thank you Facebook for reminding that February 4th was the day that changed my life!! Love ya babe! Didn’t know it was possible but turns out you’re even hunkier now! 💗😍
Was there a super bowl on tonight? 😜🤔
Right now culture tells us if we don’t fill every silent moment we’ll miss out. We’ll lose followers, we’ll lose influence, power, popularity, likability, maybe even a part of ourselves. Culture tells us the louder we speak up the better we’ll be. It tells us rest is for the weak and hustle is for the brave. Culture tells us perfection is attainable with a little grit and gumption instead of exhausting and HARROWING to our souls. // part II of reflections from my social media break coming tomorrow. If you missed the first part the link is in my bio. ✨
Reporting live from the only patch of sun in our house and in Chris’ sweatshirt (sorry babe!) to share a new little post on my most recent break from social media. I’ve taken breaks from social media before. But I’ve never structured them like this last one. I’d usually take a break, check it off my list, and move on. This time, I set out to rebuild the internal life I could sense dwindling slowly by the glow of my blue screen. The truth is, we can never build an internal life on an external platform. It’s just not the environment needed for a rich internal peace to grow. A private life should be just that, private. Want to read more? Hit the link in my bio. ✨
As promised, I’ve posted my beginner’s reading list to learning about Christian feminism. Somewhere along the way the word “feminist” has come to be equated with “bitter” and “angry” (although I would argue a better description would be “understandably not okay with how they’re treated...more on that another time...) But what I love about the books in this list is that none of them are bitter. None of them are “man-haters”. None of them are hateful. They break the stereotypes of feminism and that’s what I deeply cherish about them. They are thoughtful, balanced, gracious, and while they acknowledge the deep pain of societal injustices women often experience, they have no interest in staying in that hurt. They recognize that all of us, men and women alike, have prophetic work to do. Overcoming sexism is just one step on the path to being a spiritual community that sees people like Jesus did— image bearers capable of healing the world through him. Okay enough from me now, hit the link in my bio and get reading!! ✨
“Women in the church are consistently underestimating themselves and the gifts God has given them, but when we look to the emboldening presence of the Holy Spirit, our perspective begins to change.” - @tarabeth82 // coming back from some time off socials feeling renewed and full (more on that later!) But tomorrow I’m starting off the week with my Christian feminist reading guide, and at the top of the list is Emboldened, by Pastor Leach. It’s a must-read for every woman who feels like they are being called into ministry.
Like so many of you I’m holding back tears reading the news today. Finding myself asking “What does it look like being a Christian feminist today?” Can’t help but feel that even through our tears and grief it means not passing judgement but asking how we can HELP. Great hurt needs to be met with greater love. So I ask, my fellow sister-leaders in New York today, how can the church come around you and SHOW LOVE to women who feel trapped in their own bodies? How can we help rescue babies that don’t deserve to die this brutal way? What do you need from us? How can we help you extend the love of God on this day when our hearts are being torn out? Much love, a sister in Nashville. DM me.
“Listen--are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?” - Mary Oliver // going on a little social media fast for the next few weeks. Hoping to inhale life deeply and intentionally. To stop scrolling and start digging. If you need to reach me my email is in my bio. ✨
I didn’t notice it happen. Maybe because it’s the nature of this season of life— literally supporting someone else’s life every minute of everyday. And even with my job, helping other people craft and tell stories, that somewhere along the way I forgot about my dreams. Without consciously meaning to, I started believing the best I could offer is support for someone else’s vision. And while obviously it’s important to be involved and encourage the people we love in their dreams and passions, it’s never meant to be in place of our own. I felt God whisper “I’m not done with you yet. You may have stopped dreaming for your life, but I haven’t and this is the year we’re going to start some hard and holy work.” Thanks pastor @lylebphillips for bringing this WORD today. 🔥 So maybe that’s a word for someone here too, to remember that we were crafted intentionally and with purpose. And while we’re definitely meant to support, serve, sacrifice and give to one another, Jesus also wants us to get a front row seat to what he is going to do in our own lives. “God let your dreams come true through us.”
I read something on @meg_apperson feed a few weeks ago because she’s been doing a series on her IG on managing your household that has been so inspiring. She said “My husband works really hard to provide for our family and so I want to take my role as a stay at home mom SERIOUSLY too.” Now, I work part-time from home, but as the main caregiver to Danny when Chris is on the road and parent who is home most that really did something to me. I know I talk a lot about how hard it is for me to be tidy, and I’m still not great at it, but this mindset has created a shift in me. Instead of thinking of laundry as annoying chore, I think of it as my job, my responsibility, my work that I get to bring dignity and meaning to for our family. It’s made me feel like an adult owning their life instead of a kid in college hoping the other roommate does the dishes instead! 😜🙈 And now, before you all get riled up about gender roles and stereotypes let me just say this: when Chris and I got married I was the breadwinner, and we agreed our first year of marriage that whoever was home more would take on more home responsibilities. Even though that has shifted and he works more outside the house now, he still does so much around our home to make it what it is — washing dishes, doing laundry, cleaning the bathrooms and floors. This isn’t a gender role thing for us. This is a partnership. It’s about doing our best in the season of work and marriage we’re in and each doing our bit to make our lives lovely and livable. Anyway, I thought I’d share that little nugget in case it inspires you too. Let’s take on our work— whatever it is— with dignity and creativity. Now having said that, I’m off to tidy the living room! EDIT: being a badass stay-at-home mom who rules the roost can still dismantle the patriarchy! 😜 okay done now. Photo: @kate_zim_turpin who basically owns my dream home.
It’s a Joni and laundry sort of a morning. // Here’s the thing, when we strip our everyday moments of significance what we’re really doing is stripping ourselves of significance. What a lie that self-worth is attached to the things we do. It keeps us from going deep, it keeps us from cultivating the things in our lives that need work, it keeps us from creating a NEW REALITY which is whatever we want it to be! Meaning that I can bring depth, beauty, artistry and importance into folding laundry. The world would have us believe that we can’t create holy moments in our everyday because the very act is empowering. It taps into why we exist— to make everything holy. And it starts with the laundry. Not stages or lights, likes or accolades. It starts with grit and joy and eyes that see with redemption.