Fall Goals

Instant Pot.
Got it last Christmas and its still in the box. Cringe. This is a horrible habit (more like, part of me!!!) that I long to change. Often times I turn my back on something and say "tomorrow!" or "ya know, this weekend I'll do that!" and all of a sudden its been YEARS. Exercising. reading. trying a recipe. decorating a room. sewing a quilt. breaking in my instant pot out. thats pitiful. and embarrassing.

Sewing my cozy quilt
Oh hey, another thing I've put off for so more than a year. I even have the fabric! Perhaps this will be a great gift baby gift?!

Espresso machine
I gifted Josh an espresso machine last Christmas because he loves his caffeine and is methodical in so many ways. He jumped right in, but I didn't. I'd like to learn how to use it so I can confidently make my own latte.

Reorganize kitchen by way of laundry room.
Not sure how this one will look... purge a bit. install at least one rolling shelf to utilize space better.




Filling my ears fills my mind and fulfills my heart.

  Hillsong United's Touch the Sky

  Bethel's Faithful in the End

  Francesca Battistelli's Holy Spirit

  Francesca Battistelli's If We're Honest

  Phil Wickham's This is Amazing Grace

  Zach Williams' Chainbreaker

  Hillary Scott's Thy Will Be Done

  MercyMe's Even If

  for King & Country's Oh, God forgive us.


Momentum in prayer + connection (and why I'm not letting grass grow here!)

ValMariePaper's products, videos and blog have been a highlight forme this past week. I just discovered her and her incredible products and am eagerly waiting for my prayer journal (and Erin's pregnancy prayer journal!!)

Shared this with Josh today... I don't ever want to forget it:

From Val's blog post titled The Exponential Cost of Missed Prayer:
Darren Hardy shares this concept when trying to develop any habit in The Compound Effect: 

“It’s like the wheels of a steam locomotive. At a standstill, it takes very little to keep it from moving forward – a one-inch block of wood placed under the front wheel will do the job. … But once the train starts rolling, the wheels get into a rhythm. If the pressure remains consistent, the train gains momentum, and watch out! At 55 miles an hour, that train can crash through a five-foot, steel-reinforced concrete wall and keep on going.” 

We can be stopped by a little piece of wood or we can plow through steel and concrete. We can get distracted by a fly buzzing around our bedroom or dishes in the sink or pray through big moments of fear, Tangled playing in the background or even staring at a full inbox. This makes me want to get moving and not stop because I’m committed to this relationship and I want to see it flourish. This reminds me that lost time in prayer isn’t about that one prayer, but a future of easing into conversations with God or having to fight tooth and nail to resist a world or distractions.


Satan wants us to let grass grow on the path to our prayer chamber.

You save us.

The water of baptism makes us NEW.

The water of baptism SAVES us.

The water of baptism gives us life.

The water of baptism forgives our sins. Help me cling to YOUR hope, YOUR promises.


I can feel helpless in the waking hours... overwhelmed by my sins, the future and what, I'm convinced, will happen. Please pull my chin to you and your hope. Your plans for me are good. You are always by my side. You are my hope, shine on me Oh Lord! Shine on me.

From October second's She Reads Truth daily devotion:
The tsunami of judgment that reared up and threatened to obliterate us splashes harmlessly back into the ocean because of Christ Jesus.

Thank you, Lord. Thank you.


I want what God wants for me more than what I want for myself.

I read this on Val Marie Paper's blog and it stopped me.

YES. gulp.

I must step out in faith. I must step out in grace. I must match my behavior to my beliefs.


So often right now I am feeling completely moved by the Lord and Holy Spirit. Tears welling, deep breath, an awareness of the sky and its breadth. A fearlessness creeping up, for the first time, to overcome the fear.

"This resurrection life you received from God is not a timid, grave-tending life. It’s adventurously expectant, greeting God with a childlike “What’s next, Papa?” God’s Spirit touches our spirits and confirms who we really are. We know who he is, and we know who we are: Father and children. And we know we are going to get what’s coming to us—an unbelievable inheritance! We go through exactly what Christ goes through. If we go through the hard times with him, then we’re certainly going to go through the good times with him!" Romans 8:15

Right now, I am grave-tending. I am constantly looking backward, asking for forgiveness, clinging to breaths of thanksgiving and feeling completely overwhelmed by thoughts of the future. THIS IS NOT HOW GOD WANTS ME TO LIVE.

Adventurously expectant... makes me grin. makes my heart swell.

And make me realize how I am not living like that. at all. I need a change. I have faith in God's promises, lavish grace and love for ME.

Praying for the wee ones

There is somethin' in the water!

Krystal spilled the beans unsolicited at the art fair. Jill and Justin called excitedly on a Friday evening. I don't think I had ever talked to those two over the phone. And shortly after, two more instagram announcements from acquaintances. Babies everywhere!

My heart swells for them. Absolutely swells. God, please bless these mamas, their hearts and bodies and those little babies.

As I scrolled through instagram this morning, Michelle Myers' post caught my eye. She writes, "Want an awesome idea the om you know having a baby? Write Scripture as prayers with her baby's name writton in on small cards like @crzybrdcaroline did for me. I am treasuring using these to pray over Shea. Thank you, sweet friend!"

What a beautiful thoughtful gift! I hope to do this for Jill and Krystal and for our little baby Black when God leads us to that blessing.

And, because I always enjoy hearing and considering names for future children..(!)...
girlies: Ruby (middle Alise, Quinn, Shea), Shea
boys: Ty, Davis, Hayes


Filling Sundays.

I struggle with Sunday nights. So does Josh. Anyone else?

I've noticed a big shift, though, in my attitude the last few weekends.

When I'm saying yes to fun summery activities (that usually include tons of sun + festive things like an ISU vs. IOWA game like yesterday) and making a commitment to stay CLOSE in prayer and at church, my attitude is so much more positive.

My focus has to be where God wants it. Where He directs it.

I realize more and more He fills us up like nothing else can.

And when you're full? "Blue" isn't even on the spectrum of a relaxing Sunday night.

On being a channel.

I'm sure you've felt that nudge. A certain thought that keeps floating to the top of your mind. A feeling you're just not able to shake. A person pops up that you feel the need to reach out to but have no idea specifically why they popped up now?!

The last month has been so rewarding...learning and listening and moving.... because of listening to those nudges.

SEALED Paperie and all custom design work done through my freelance brand (Bridget Black Creative) is attributed to the nudge I felt from God. over and over.

I love design. I love home decor. I truly believe in the positivity and light that is only achieved through God. More than anything, I've felt nudged to share that with other people. Simply, share it. How that exactly looks and morphs is still to be determined. But I want to help you surround yourself (or maybe just one wall in your living room ;) ) with a scripture verse that fills you up with God's light. A piece of art that makes your heart swell. A music lyric that brings you back.

I've learned my purpose is to be a channel for God's light to those who long to keep His truth in the forefront of their home and to guide their minds and families.

A channel... it's not me. It's Him. It is the Holy Spirit.

I will do this through designed prints, gifts and stationery that will point to and breath His truth.