Friendship & Singleness

I’m twenty-six years old and unmarried. In Christian circles, my empty left ring finger and I stand out, and even if we’re not noticed right away, we usually make ourselves known in the first couple minutes of a conversation. I’ve mastered the question progression. It usually sounds something like this:

“What do you do?”

“Do you have kids?”

“Are you married?”

We’re working through it, my empty ring finger and I. We’re trying to let our guard down quicker, and be vulnerable even when we wish we could just stand there are talk all about where our kids go to school. Some days are easier than others. Some seasons are easier than others. But I also know that God is only good, and can use my experience in the lives of others.

And He truly has. Last fall, I wrote significantly on being single. Even just reading the words now brings tears to my eyes. I felt so hopeless that I could feel a part of community or that I would be seen as someone who had something to bring to the table. In the past year, I’ve watched God use my loneliness to comfort others. I’ve watched God use my free time to enable me to pour into the lives of others. I’ve watched God put me in places where my unique experience has been valued.

But, I still think the application points I shared last fall about living life alongside others who in other seasons of life is vital. When Jesus called us to live in community with one another, and when we look at how the early church lived, it’s clear they didn’t segregate themselves by season of life.

Here are some starting points:

  • Reach out to someone who is in a different stage of life than you. Maybe before you reach out to them, say a prayer and ask God to share with you some truth about them that you can pass on. Maybe it sounds like this, “God put you on my heart this morning, and whatever you’re walking through, remember, He hasn’t forgotten you. He sees you, knows you, and loves you.”
  • Enter into the celebration and the mourning. It feels like a non brainer that when a spouse is out of town, the other spouse needs help with the kids, and may need help with meals. But traveling is hard on singles, too. So is loss. Remember birthdays and anniversaries, if you can remember to send a card, even better. Celebrate promotions and steps of faith. Communicate your needs to people so they know how they can come alongside you. Keep showing up.
  • When you ask questions of someone, ask about them as an individual. Don’t ask first about their kids or their spouse, begin with them. How are they doing? What are they feeling? How can you be praying for them?
  • Start by being vulnerable in your own responses. If the real answer to the question of how you’re doing is lonely, say it. I think you’ll find that your vulnerability, however painful, gives someone else the gift being vulnerable, too. If you’re the mom or the wife, avoid making how you’re doing about someone else. I want to hear about your kids, but I asked about you. Let’s start there. It’s discouraging to a single person when they’re vulnerable on a heart level and it’s met with an anecdote about your child.
  • Be unafraid of the awkwardness. I’d rather be a fifth wheel a hundred times than not be invited because of how it may make me feel. And I think my married friends would say that they’d rather be invited knowing they’d be the only married couple in the room than be excluded. Keep inviting the new parents; let them decide for themselves if they can come.

Did I miss some important stuff? Probably. So I’d love to hear where your starting points are. Maybe you’re not single, but you’re the first married couple in your friend group; how do you feel cared for and included? Maybe you have been well cared for by friends in a different season of life. What has that looked like?

The stakes are too high for us to keep getting this wrong. Let’s lean in, friends. Let’s shoulder this kingdom responsibility side by side regardless of if there’s a ring on your left hand.

Friends Help You Do Hard Things

I’m in the midst of half-marathon training. I’ve run three half-marathons, and they never really go as well as I think they will. Truly. I have the best intentions when I start training. I buy some fun new training clothes and make sure that the shoes I have will last me through the race.

But after about eight weeks, the enthusiasm for the training wears off and I’m ready to be done running. I start slacking off, I find excuses not to run, and by intensive purposes, I’ve quit before the race is even arrives.

So far, training for this one has been different. Because I’m training and running it with one of my best friends.

During one of our recent long runs, I told her I needed to walk. We hadn’t really gone that far yet, so I gave the excuse, “We started out really fast.” 

Now that’s a great excuse for someone who doesn’t run with you often, but since we run a couple of times a week together, she immediately realized exactly what I was going – making an excuse to quit. 

This starting out fast, with energy, and giving up when the enthusiasm wears off is pretty classic Caitlin. I put my heart and soul into the beginning of projects, but struggle to finish them because I simply just don’t feel like it. Follow-thru is not my gifting. This friend knows me well enough to know this is how I operate.

She also knows just how much I’m capable of. She knows that I desire to be a woman who perseveres through the hard stuff. She wants what’s best for me, and knows how hard to push me. In fact, as we train for our runs, we dream about the kind of women we want God to mold us into, and the things we’re eager to achieve that require persistence.

So she responded, “You’ve run farther than this faster than this. If you really need to walk, we can, but if it’s a mental thing, you’re going to push through it.”

Thankfully, her encouragement was enough to make me keep running. I ran another mile and a half without walking. It wasn’t my best long run, but that’s okay. I kept going when I wanted to stop. Because a friend made me keep going. She made me keep going because she’s in it with me for the long-haul. She cares about this half-marathon, but she cares even more about the other hard things I’m going to come up against in my life. She knows that if I’m really serious about my dreams, it’s going to take grit to get there, and she is willing to help me practice so that I’m used to doing hard things. 

I’m tempted to say that relationships are especially important to me because of my tendency to burnout quickly, but honestly, we all need friends who wouldn’t let us quit on them or more importantly on ourselves. It’s important to invite our friends into our long-term dreams so that when the going gets tough, they can remind us what we’re ultimately fighting for. I love to run, really and truly, but if training was just about running, I would have given up on many long runs. Instead, I remember and my friend helps to remind me that running thirteen miles isn’t as hard as parenting a child who has experienced trauma or staying in a hard marriage. Running is simply a vehicle to develop perseverance in me. And I desperately need friends around me who will come alongside God in the cultivating of that endurance and perseverance. 

Not only do I need friends who challenge me when I want to give up, but I want to be a friend who encourages others when they want to give up. I long to be a cheerleader not just when the times are easy, but especially when the times are hard, when the days feel impossible and when the heart is weary.

There will be difficult miles, endless weeks and dark seasons. Friends keep us going. Friends remind us what we’re capable of accomplishing. Friends help us do hard things.


Jesus & Peter

Redemption. It may be one of my favorite parts of being a follower of Christ. I know it’s definitely one of the things that gives me hope. As a Christian, I firmly believe nothing is too bad to be forgiven. Nothing.

We get a picture of this in Jesus’ resurrection from the dead, but also in how He interacts with Peter.

Let me introduce you to Peter. When we first meet him, he’s catching fish. Then Peter meets Jesus, and Peter immediately begins to follow Him. He’s pretty impulsive, Peter. Throughout Jesus’ ministry, Peter seems to get himself in trouble by opening his mouth and at times failing to see the bigger picture. (Are you realizing why Peter is my favorite?)

At the end of Jesus’ life, after traveling around with him, and being part of his inner circle for years, Peter betrays Jesus. In fulfillment of prophesy. But also because he’s afraid. Most times we hurt people, it’s out of fear, right?

So Jesus dies, rises again, and Peter goes back to fishing. Yes, he returns to his original life. Probably out of shame and uncertainty; he tries to go back to the life he was living before. Even though he know’s there’s a better life for him. At this point, you’re probably wondering why this is a in a series on friendship. Hold on, I’m going to get there.

Jesus, back from the dead, meets Peter and some of the disciples on the shore. Remember Peter was back to being a fisherman. Performing yet another miracle, Jesus provides those on the boat “an amount of fish so great that they couldn’t haul in their nets,” (John 21:6). They head back to land and eat fish with Jesus.

Then Jesus does something special for Peter. He says to Peter, “Peter, do you love me?” Peter responds, “Yes, Lord, you know that I do.” Jesus proceeds to ask the question three more times. Which is the exact number of times that Peter denied Him earlier in the story. In essence, Jesus gives Peter a re-do.

Jesus comes back from the dead, to demonstrate that God has power over the dead, and while He’s at it, He restores Peter to right relationship with Him.

But He doesn’t stop there. Jesus gives Peter a mission to feed His sheep. The subtext in this command is Jesus saying to Peter, “Remember I changed your life? Don’t go back to fishing. I called you to care for my people. So do it!”

There’s a whole lot more going on in this story that I love, and I’ve written about it before, but truly, it’s a story of forgiveness, restoration and redemption through relationship.

Peter has abandoned Jesus. Peter went back to doing what he was doing before.
Jesus comes to Peter right where he’s at, even though it’s in a place of disobedience.

Jesus gives Peter the opportunity to make the situation right again.

Jesus reminds Peter of who he is. Jesus puts Peter back on mission.

Peter went on to be a major player in early Christianity. He is the author of several books in the New Testament including 1 Peter, a letter written to Christian exiles who were experiencing persecution. He was eventually crucified for his faith. His words and life have inspired countless people to persevere in their faith, especially in seasons of oppression. 

All because his friend (and Lord) Jesus called him to something more. More than fishing. Again and again. Even when Peter failed to live up to the calling, and betrayed Him; Jesus restored him.

Jesus calls all to come and follow Him. He invites us all onto His mission in unique ways, specific to who we are. Just like Peter, He promises that by the time He’s done with us, we’ll be different people with a new calling.

This is the power of friendship. To meet people in their darkest moments, to wade into their shame, remind them of who they are, and set them back on mission.

“Hi, My Name is Caitlin…”

Before my first day of preschool, my parents gave me a pep-talk. They wanted to make sure that I knew how to engage with all of the other students in the class. So they instructed me to use the following question, “Hello, my name is Catie. Will you be my friend?”

Those exact words were how my parents prepared me for my first day of preschool.

They could have reminded me to obey my teacher.

They could have told me to chew with my mouth closed during snack time.

They could have figured out how to style my short bob haircut so that I looked less like a boy.

They could have done a lot of other things to prepare me for my first day of preschool, but they told me how to make a friend.

I like to believe it’s because my parents knew that friendship mattered more than obedience, manners and a haircut.

It mattered more then to four year-old Catie and it matters more now to twenty-six year-old Caitlin.

Friendship matters because we desperately need companionship as we navigate life through its highs and lows. Friendship matters to us as individuals, to us in communities and to our Creator God. 

In a culture that is increasingly individualistic, it can be easy to believe the lie that you can go at it alone. That no one will truly understand you. That your career alone is enough to satisfy you. Be careful, though, because this lie can and will ruin you. You will walk deep into isolation.

We were never intended to walk this life on our own.

That is why in the Garden of Eden, God said, “It is not good for man to be alone,” and He created Eve. Yes, as a marriage relationship, but for companionship. Our Creator God saw it fit to make a person to save Adam from loneliness, and to partner with Adam throughout his life.

The need for friendship is not a sign of weakness. In fact, before anything in the world had been broken, Adam still needed a person. Needing people is not a result of brokenness, but a part of a perfect world.

It seems fitting that we would be tempted to walk life alone, since we’re often tempted to do things exactly the opposite of what God wanted. God intended us to walk it in companionship. To be truly known by someone. He knew this was the best way for us. He knew being alone was dangerous, destructive, deadly; so He created us for each other.

We can demonstrate God’s love to a watching world through our friendships. The way I love those closest to me should be my greatest witness to others. Yes, how I rise up for those who I don’t know and have nothing to offer me in return is so very important, but daily have the opportunity to love my people, and to let myself be loved by them in return.

Companionship saves us from loneliness. Relationships fill a space in our lives and our hearts that cannot be filled by careers, possessions or recognition. Friendship also draws our eyes to a world that will be made right. 

31 Days of Friendship: An Introduction

When my best friend encouraged me to get back in the discipline of writing, I thought the timing was perfect to the Write 31 Days Challenge. I haven’t written consistently on my blog in over a year, but in typical Caitlin fashion, why not commit to writing 31 days in a row?

The only way I knew I could try to do this is by picking a topic that I love. And there’s not much that I love more in the world than friendship. I love spending time with friends. I love being a friend. I like talking about being a friend. I even love reading and learning about friendship.

But for me to actually attempt to write about something for 31 days, I needed it to feel relevant and important.

The more I talk with my peers, the more I hear about how lonely we are, how segmented our lives feel and how we desire to be known.

The more I learn about trauma and healing, the more I realize that connection and relationship is how we get there.

The more complicated my own life gets, the more I realize how much I need people around me, reminding me of who I am and who God is.

I’ve never ever been more convinced of the importance of friendship.

So, over the next month, I’m going to try to cover friendship from different angles. We’re going to talk about why friendship is important, some practical tips on friendship, my favorite friendship resources, friendship in the Bible, and I’m even going to spotlight some of my favorite friends.

I am far from a friendship expert. In fact, part of me feels like a hypocrite for starting this journey because I know for certain that there are friendships that I’ve let fall apart and friends who I’ve failed. But, I also know that friendship isn’t something you perfect. It’s a practice. It’s an art.

My prayer as we journey down the friendship path together over the next 31 days is that we would both learn something new about friendship, and hopefully, we end up with some steps to make the friendships in our lives a little bit richer and deeper.

Here’s to Four Years

IMG_9310It’s really tempting to let this week pass without saying much about it. Because it’s never really been about me. But, this week is four years – four years of living in Indianapolis, and most importantly, four years of working at MLJ Adoptions.

I stepped into this work four years ago, with a broken heart and a bruised ego. I arrived in Indianapolis to work as an administrative assistant at an organization that originally turned me down, and hired another candidate. It would be easy to tell you that this work has been a cake-walk and full of victory. I have had the opportunity to move into the role as our Outreach Coordinator and this summer into my dream job, the Director of Marketing and Outreach. The past four years have been a privilege.

But, here’s the other truth: this job has been harder than I thought it would be. It’s harder, and it’s more complex.

IMG_5981I’ve seen things with my own two eyes that I can’t unremember. Standing in the orphanage in the middle of Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of Congo seeing more than three babies sharing a crib will stick with me for the rest of my life. The broken English voices of teenagers who walked up to me in a children’s home in Ukraine and asked me to take them to America with me, will be a sound I don’t remember. Reading throughbackground information about a girl from Latin America who had been abused, trafficked and displaced more times than is actually known before she was seven is a nightmare I can’t quite forget.

It has been harder than I imagined. there have been days and weeks where I wonder if I’m cut out for child welfare. This isn’t what I studied in school. I didn’t have a traumatic childhood to cultivate resiliency in me. I run from hard things; I abhor the hard stuff. Even this recent promotion has been difficult to wrap my mind around because the responsibilities have been added to my job are not skillsets that come naturally to me.

And yet here I am. Four years into this hard job. Four years into this job that is an immense privilege. Four years into this good, worthy work.

Just last week, we pushed for a big goal. It demanded a lot out of me. Much like this job has over the past four years. When we hit this goal, I was so, so proud. I stayed in the hard, and pushed through. It felt like a tangible reminder of the grit God has cultivated in me in the past four years. It has been worth it. The children who have been brought into forever families – every last one of them- have been worth it. The kiddos who are waiting for families – they’re worth it, too.

This job isn’t about me. God cared about the orphan thousands of years before I stepped onto the scene. He’ll care about vulnerable children long past when I’m gone. But God has used this job to change me. My skin is thicker. My heart is tougher. My eyes are open. My passport is fuller. My mind thinks more critically. He has fought through my pride and privilege to remake me. To create a better me.

So as I start my fifth year at MLJ Adoptions, I praise a God who saw it fit to let me make a difference in the lives of hundreds of children all the while He made a different me.


Friday Favorites!

It’s Friday. More specifically, it’s the first official Friday of summer! It’s my favorite time of the year! In honor of Friday and summer, I’m sharing some of my current favorite things!

Trader Joe’s Shave Cream: Who knew that some of my best finds at Trader Joe’s wouldn’t be food, but would be toiletries. I thought that I hit the jackpot with their tea tree oil, but then last summer I tried the shave cream so that I didn’t have to make another stop at Target, and I realized how amazing it was! It keeps my legs moisturized and skin so soft during the summer when I basically live in dresses.

Books: So much reading, which is probably why I haven’t been writing. I recently finished You Lost Me and Divine Direction, and now I’m working through When Your Twenties Are Darker Than You Expected. While the topics are very different, I recommend each of the books. I’m excited to keep reading and learning from other books this summer, too. If you’re looking for a Bible Study, I strongly recommend Jen Wilkin’s 1 Peter study. It’s kicking my butt in the best way possible.

Desert Song by Hillsong: This song is my jam right now. The lyrics make my heart happy. They’ve become my prayer. I put it on repeat after long days.

San Pellegrino: I’ll be the first to admit that the flavored San Pellegrinos have a lot of sugar, but they are so yummy. They’re like the perfect porch sitting drink (with or without tequila). The blood orange is my favorite, but I also like the lemonade ones.

Starburst Minis: I wish I could tell you that I was eating lots of fruit, and I am (I ate a whole pineapple on Sunday), but I’d be lying if I left out how much fruity candy I’ve also been eating. Namely, Starburst Minis. They’re the BEST road trip snacks. The pink ones are my favorites, I save them for last.


Younique’s Sunless Tanning Spray: I couldn’t get through the list without mentioning one Younique product. #sorrynotsorry Since I spend my days inside, but want to look nice and tan, I’ve had to seek out ways to get a tan. This easy breezy spray lasts almost a week and I can apply one or two coats, depending on how tan I want to be. The best part? It’s $25! Way cheaper than multiple spray tans. (Picture on the left is pre-tanning spray, and picture on the right is after two applications.)

As much as I’m loving all these things, I’m struggling with clothes this summer. The tops are too short (seriously, who decided that crop tops are cool again) and the off the shoulder tops look cute, but are annoying and not realistic for work. The inexpensive stuff seems so cheap and the nicer stuff feels like too much of an investment. I haven’t returned so many items of clothing in one month probably ever. It’s been a struggle. Do you have clothing suggestions?

What are your Friday favorites this summer?

Platforms vs. Influence

I used to think I wanted a platform. In fact, I spent a lot of time dreaming about my platform.

I wrote blog posts. I thought about all the future books I could write. I dreamed about what I could wear. I fixated on what my platform could look like, if only…

It’s that if only that started to kill me. If only I was married to someone whose salary could pay the bills for me to focus on building my platform every day. If only I knew people who knew people who could help me be seen so my platform could be a little bit higher. If only I had more experiences to write about. If only I had a little bit more discipline to actually work on the platform I thought I so desperately wanted.

This year, I decided to stop waiting for my life to be more interesting, for me to be a more disciplined writer and for more flexibility. I paid better attention to what brought me life, energy and excitement.

Yes, podiums are an amazing place of proclamation. Books have a farther reach than I could wrap my mind around. But, as I listened to the whisper of my heart, I started to understand that I did my best work across a table from someone. You can’t look someone in the eyes across the pages. You certainly can’t reach for someone’s hand from a podium. I started to wonder if I really wanted that platform. And if I didn’t what a platform, what did I want?

Maybe what I really desired was influence.

I wanted to influence people for Christ. I wanted them to see that Jesus had called them to live an abundant life, and to help them move towards that. I wanted to see women break out of bad routines, patterns and thought processes, and be able to flourish.

The more I thought about it, I realized that I already had influence. I just had to make the most of it.

I could do that in my right-now life. The if only’s started to fade away. I didn’t need someone else’s salary, or even to be married. I didn’t to know the right people. I didn’t need more experiences. More discipline is always good, but once I was serving closer to my sweet spot, I also had more motivation. My current circumstances weren’t to be resented, but embraced.

My prayers changed from, “God, give me the opportunity to…” to “God, help me make the most of each of the opportunities I have.”

The irony is that new opportunities began to present themselves. Six weeks ago, my friend Kate and I led the first week of a 6-week Disciple-Making Training. We sat around her dining room table, surrounded by women, and our Bibles open. We shared our stories and talked about the Holy Spirit. After a brief activity, I lifted my eyes from right in front of me to across from me. I thanked God as the moment passed, remembering that around the table is where I feel most like myself.

I used to think that I needed a platform to have influence. But, what I’ve learned is that I have influence every single day. The real question is: what am I going to do with it? 

Four Years Later

When I graduated from college four years ago, I felt a little bit lost. Okay, more than a little bit. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was in a holding pattern, ready for someone to invite me into the illusive adulthood club that I was both desperate and not at all interested in joining. I wanted to get started with whatever came next, but I couldn’t figure out what that was, or what steps to take. Thanks to some great friends and a lot of grace, I fumbled my way through those first couple months and years.

The girl who graduated from Indiana University in the spring of 2013 isn’t around anymore, but if I could, I’d give her some advice. First I’d lift her chin, look her in the eyes, wipe her tears and tell her that it was going to get better. Not just okay, but life would be good, again. I’d also tell her that she would feel like herself again. I’d tell her to be so patient with her heart, and to lean into the broken and uncertain because she’d meet Jesus there over and over again. This would probably make her cry because she would desperately want to believe me, but she was also guarded and uncertain.

After I told her that I was proud of her, I’d give her some practical ideas for the next couple of years of her life. Four years later, that twenty-two year old is now twenty-six; she’s got different hopes and fears. While those four years have been full of hard, they’ve also been full of growth. That twenty-six year old doesn’t have it figured out, but she does have some ideas that helped her step into adulthood. Since I can’t share them with my twenty-two year old self, I’ll share them with you instead.

Join a local church and develop multi-generational friendships. I wish I had a secret about how to find a local church, but all I can say is, “Resist the urge to find a perfect church.” Preaching matters, so does theology, and worship is important, too. But you wouldn’t find a perfect church; instead find a good fit; find someplace you can belong. Once you decide on a church, find ways to get involved – serve in children’s ministry, volunteer as a babysitter, join a small group.

Buy a book shelf and learn to love to read. I know, I know, post-college is the first time that you’re not forced to read. But reading is one of the easiest and cheapest ways to learn new things and experience the world beyond yourself. Unless you’re headed back to graduate school immediately, embracing reading can give you the opportunity to continue learning and exploring.

Learn to meal plan and grocery shop. Once you have a couple go-to meals, you’ll find yourself eating out less and experimenting more in the kitchen. Instead of going out to dinner with friends, invite them into your home and cook for them. Your wallet and your relationships will thank you. If you’re eating healthier, you may also find that you want to work-out more frequently – good for you! I’m a BIG fan of the Y, most cities have them and their costs are pretty low, but there are many other gym options including activities that are more like hobbies – crossfit, Orange Theory, Purre Barre and others.

Create a budget and start saving. There are hundreds or even thousands of books and philosophies and blogs about creating a budget. Pin one budget related thing on Pinterest and watch what happens. But the best place to start is by tracking your spending. Once you’ve done that, look back and reflect on where your money is going. Are there patterns? Do you feel like your budget is reflective of your priorities? If not, you can fix it. I promise you. Start saving right away. Have a portion of each payment (even if it’s $50) automatically transferred to your savings account on pay day. Take advantage of any 401K matching that your company does. If creating a budget is overwhelming to you, reach out to one of the elders or pastors at your church or even one of your parents. If they’re not able to sit down and help you, they’ll be able to direct you to someone who can. If you haven’t realized it by now, the habits you develop in your 20’s will carry on for the rest of your life. Make good financial decisions now and you’ll see the benefits later. 

Collect experiences, not stuff. Having a paycheck from working a full-time job is a dangerous thing, if you’re not careful. You’ll be able to justify all the spending in all the world. “I work hard.” “I deserve this.” “I need this.” But here’s a secret: stuff isn’t going to make you happy. Instead of buying another sweater or a fifth pair of flip flops, make a bucket list and start saving towards experiences. A couple of years down the road, you’ll be way more excited about the places you traveled and the memories you’ve made than having another dress that you don’t even wear anymore.

Prioritize the person you want to be instead of focusing on finding who you want to marry. There are many ways to do this, but one easy way to make a list of adjectives you want to be true of you and identify what needs to change. Know your strengths, weaknesses and what breaks your heart, and engage in these things. You may get married in your early 20’s, but you may not. Most of that is actually out of your control, and that’s okay. Use your singleness and this post-graduate season to invest in yourself. Knowing yourself and the gifts you bring to the table will set you up for long-term success.

If you’re a recent college graduate or a 20-something who is floundering, hear me when I say, “You’re not the only one. I promise.” Not only does it get better, it gets good, really, really good. Lean in, friend. Keep putting one foot in front of the other. Don’t wish away the hard because it’s going to shape you into a new you, a you that you’ll end up really liking.

Monday Lovin’

Happy Monday! I’ve been busy doing and reading all the things. My mind has been moving a million miles a minute, but here’s the fun part – I’ll be sharing all the things with you!

  1. Two weeks ago, I went on a mini-spring break with my best friend. We drove from Indianapolis to Tybee Island, right off the coast of Savannah. We rented a condo via VRBO and rested for three days. It was the BEST. The weather wasn’t super hot, but we enjoyed plenty of time on the beach. Note: We learned that sunscreen expires the HARD way.

Our favorite restaurant on the island was Huc-A-Poos. It was very affordable, super chill and so yummy!

  1. When I was in Tybee Island, I was able to read. A lot. Both books I read were related to freedom, so it’s no surprise that I love them both. I read Shannan Martin’s Falling Free and Rebekah Lyons’ You Are Free. I highly recommend both. These authors are fantastic at telling stories and giving insights. Both of these authors have been on Jamie Ivey’s Happy Hour, and I recommend both interviews.
  1. I recently made a purchase from Gray Monroe. It’s an online boutique full of feminine clothing. I’m all about supporting women who own their own businesses, and Gray Monroe gives me that opportunity. I was also very impressed with their customer service. I LOVE this kimono, and it’s even prettier in person.
  2. MLJ Adoptions facilitates a summer hosting program for children from Ukraine. It’s become one of my favorite things that we do! The list of children who are participating this summer was just finalized and I’m beyond excited that these sweet children will be able to be part of a family for a period of time this summer.
  3. I know, I know, you may get sick of me talking about my favorite Younique stuff, but man, Suckerpunched lip stain is my new FAVORITE thing in the whole wide world. It’s A LOT of color, but I feel very strongly that any woman can wear color! (I guess it makes me a little bit bossy, too.)

I hope your Monday was full of the good stuff!