Because if this doesn’t shake us to our core, it should. Because I believe it grieves Jesus, and because it grieves me. Because there are too many black women who have become statistics. Because I have yet to see Christian women I follow on Instagram talk about what happened to Nia. We can’t say we want to love “the least of these” and not talk about how black women in America are treated. I see the gap between black and white women in this country widening and that breaks my heart too. I believe this is in large part because of us white women, staying silent when we need to speak up. When we need to speak out against horrors like the murder of Nia, when we need to ask more questions and give less opinions. When we need to make less assumptions and realize that we don’t understand every possible way there is to be a woman. A few years ago I had a conversation with a black friend of mine where I confessed I didn’t like speaking up about these things because I didn’t want to say something stupid or ignorant that might hurt someone. Her response stunned me “Gabby you WILL say stupid things and you ARE ignorant. The fact that you have the option to NOT talk about it is privilege. But that doesn’t change the fact that isn’t important for you to talk about. Don’t be afraid of criticism, just make room for a conversation in which you’re sometimes wrong.” So that’s what I’m trying to do here. I might be wrong, but I can’t shake the deep sense of injustice and horror that Nia’s death has on my heart. And I think it’s important for it to live there.
Picture frames been hanging around because I’ve got the redecorating bug. 🙈 bad. Someone help me haha! 😅
I’ve never lived in one place for more than 4-5 years. This used to make me sad, but now it just amazes me how many different ways there are to feel at home in the world. I think sometimes we forget how to embrace new because it doesn’t fit the mold of what we call “home”. But home is so much more of a cultivation of the heart than the earth around you. Three years into Nashville living has taught me home feels like sweaty summers and impossibly high clouds billowing with humidity. It’s iced coffee instead of hot. It’s talkative strangers who feel like friends, it’s learning to eat okra and suddenly appreciating barbecue. It’s saying “y’all” because it’s weirder if you don’t. It’s our rowdy Pentecostal church and driving past a lot of pawn shops on Gallatin. It’s driving past the high school at sunset and realizing you forgot to buy eggs before going home. If we move again I know it’ll be these silly things I miss. And it’ll be these silly things that remind me home can be anywhere you’re willing to let in.
“What a comfort, to know God is a poet.” - Rachel Held Evans #literaryinspo. Feel free to tag your poet friends below. 😉💗✨
I know he won’t remember it, but I will. Those nights we danced to Colony House in the kitchen making dinner, endlessly drinking iced coffee and wishing we could freeze a moment in time. Instead I’ll just try and capture it all in this tiny square. ✨ (also noticing the amount of weird things hanging from our doors....not sure why they are there or how they got there. 🤷🏻♀️)
I spy @lenea.mitchell 👀👋🏼
“I’m not disappointed in you.” // I needed to hear that word today and maybe you do too. I can believe that He loves me, I can believe He died for me, I just sometimes can’t believe that He doesn’t wish I was different, better, doing more. And while I know there are PLENTY of areas I can grow in as a human, I don’t think that’s what Jesus focuses on. Not anymore. I don’t know where that”not good enough” spirit comes from for me, but I have wrestled with it my whole life. But it’s not truth. It’s not my truth, and it’s not yours. Today I got a huge answer to prayer. A prayer I cried about in my car so many years ago, a prayer that would keep me up, wondering if I had made the right life decisions. But today He showed me that He’s always had his hand on me. Unwavering, unsurprised and unconditionally giving me more than I could ask or imagine. So wherever you are today, if you needed that word too, take it, claim it, put it in your pocket for those times you pray and aren’t sure anyone is listening. He isn’t disappointed in you. ✨
Not sure how it happened, but some how this hunky man is mine. Happy birthday to my incredible husband. You’re kind, patient, hilarious, an amazing dad, and the worlds best adventure buddy. You light up world and I’m so so SO happy we get to call you ours. Love you Chris!
Been living that summer bowl life this week. If you loooove pad Thai (🙋♀️) but don’t love how the grease makes you feel after try this version I threw together with kelp noodles (thanks @thrivemkt!) fresh mango, basil, and Persian cucumber. To make the sauce whisk: 1/4 cup of @wild_friends regular peanut butter, 1/4 rice vinegar, 1/3 of filtered water, juice of 1 lime, grated fresh ginger, crushed garlic, red chili flakes (optional! I just love the heat! 🔥) and 2 tablespoons of tamari sauce, and then I sprinkle some of this smoked sea salt I picked up at @wholefoods but you can use regular too! Toss the kelp noodles in the mixture and top with veggies and fruit. Purple cabbage and shredded carrots would also probably taste amazing in this I just didn’t have any! Enjoy!
This. @allysonphillips brought THE WORD today @legacynashville. Hope this encourages you as you wash the dishes, go for a run, get lunch with your friend, hug your partner, and when you feel like you’re stuck in a season of waiting and holding. It’s holy. ✨
I call this picture: “If you thought I was going to let you drink your sparkling water while I calmly play in this pool you’re crazy.” And you know what? He’s not wrong. I’m not NOT crazy... // But all joking aside I just don’t want this phase to end. I’m so grateful for these sweet days we get to spend together. Snuggling on the couch in the morning, playing with his toys, going to the park, attempting to do things with him wrapped around my ankles. My heart is just really full. Okay I’m done now. 🙈😜💗
Took Danny to that coffee shop with the wall and took a selfie. Pretty sure that makes us full time influencers now. Which means we influence people full time. Professionally speaking of course. Danny looks thrilled about our prospects. #influencers #influencerdigital
Summer please never leave us. @thegenevievedavis @maeganbreanne
“I will pour my Spirit on those who serve me, men and women alike, and they’ll prophesy.” Acts 2:18 MSG (not sure who the artist is this piece is, so if you know let me know!)
Crazy how Danny can sense when I feel comfortable and at home in certain places. @michellesdixon I think we’re moving in. 😬🤷🏽♀️😜
“People want black-and-white answers, but Scripture is a rainbow arch across a stormy sky.” - Sarah Bessey
I had the best/worst time flying back from Minneapolis this weekend. People can just be so rude and make you feel so small for not being able to move as quickly as they’d likely you to with a baby in tow. I shouldn’t have let the negativity get to me, but I did. By the time I landed in Nashville I felt it hard. I decided to grab a quick coffee before climbing in our Uber and while I fumbled around trying to find my wallet the woman at the counter put her hand on my arm and said “Honey, don’t rush. You take all the time you need. You’re doing a good job.” I think I almost cried. It made me realize that we ALL deserve to take up space in the world. Some people will try and make you feel like you don’t deserve to be here but you do. I didn’t realize by trying to shrink myself physically on the plane, I also ended up shrinking myself emotionally. Going to start practicing taking up space— and encouraging others to also! Ps. I know Nashville and the south are far from perfect, but I’m so grateful for how warm people are here. Pps. The only appropriate response to these paleo blender banana chocolate chip muffins is “holy crap.” Trying not to eat the whole batch in one sitting. Thanks @lauraleabalanced for the recipe!!!
All I’m gonna say is the hype is so real. My skin has never EVER been better. @oseamalibu
At home, watching puffin rock and 30 Rock, and eating cheesy popcorn. Maybe we’ll do something productive someday, but not now.
Do you ever feel like some seasons are pure magic? Like you can practically see the pixie dust? Not because everything is perfect, or that there aren’t days you want to give up, but because you didn’t give up and now get to be present for those moments where everything feels right. Grateful for this shimmering moment of joy and holding onto it for a long long time.