When I first started blogging I had yet to discover that I would feel a need to share a lot of words online. The blog started as a place for me to curate my inspiration; pictures I thought were beautiful.
My blog has taken a very different direction in the last couple of years, and I’m ok with that.
I’ve discovered that my words can be a means to hand my story, hand my life to Christ, and that my words can weigh into someone’s day, sinking them into the reality of God’s love.
Don’t be afraid to use your words. Don’t be afraid to witness the miracles He is performing in your life (no matter how small they may seem). It’s called Good News for a reason.
This post is a bit of an hommage to the origins of my blogging days. I’m sharing a sweet little coffee shop, where the owner isn’t afraid to speak of grace, beauty, and goodness. She also sells flowers. It’s somewhere I find beauty.
I’ve found myself fearful of writing in this space unless I had something I deemed deep and profound to share. Vanity, thy name is Pomeline. I don’t want to live a life of fear. I want to trust that this crazy platform God has placed into my hands can run wild, and free, in His image. Even if that simply looks like a coffee shop and a cup of tea. God, as extraordinary as He is, is found in the ordinary. He’s in your cup of tea.
A look at my Wednesday morning: cutest puppy husky on my walk to Mass; beautiful street art; cutest baby in the pew in front of me during Mass; Jesus; communion; hot chocolate and breakfast burrito, courtesy of my Beau.
Something Josiah told me when I asked him what he was most looking forward to today: “This is it. My morning Mass date with you is the highlight”. I still struggle to accept love, but he teaches me each day the truth of my worth, and with every day, I grow closer to acknowledging my infinite dignity as a daughter of Christ.
I hope you know how good you are and how so very loved you are. If there isn’t someone who’s told you out loud today, take it from me:
This is one of my favourite decor shops in Ottawa, situated at 1095 Somerset Street West. If you are in need of opulence and want your eyes to feast on something regal, this is the place to be. Fair warning: There are many MANY fragile trinkets and there isn’t much room to move in here. If you have small children, you’ll want to keep a close eye on them. I do strongly believe that if you can handle it, you SHOULD bring anyone and everyone here because it is beautiful and everyone needs beauty.
My life’s been a whirlwind of insanity, but in the midst of it I’ve had a lot of peace. I know I’m only staying above the surface of the tide thanks to the time I’ve been fighting to keep for silence, for meditation. This weekend I found some of that peace exploring the Mackenzie King Estate in Gatineau Park. The pictures don’t do it justice.
Some seasons are heavy in responsibility, but it always helps to remember that we have a choice to make it that: a season. If your life feels too crazy, you can keep the crazy up and drown or you can have a mini anxiety attack to realize you need to slow down look ahead in your planner to a time that isn’t entirely booked up yet and not take any further commitments until you’ve reached that season of simplicity.
For me, that season will be Advent and Christmas. I am fighting a ferocious tendency to people please and saying no to any extra things during Advent. The Church has had these seasons all figured out for hundreds of years. We’d be foolish not to lean on Her wisdom. I really want to wrap up my Ordinary Time and have a clear transition reflect in my life.
I often speak to friends from my soap box about our need to cultivate silence and interior life to have peace. I’m going to stop my preaching and put it into practice. Advent will be a season of silence as I wait for the festivities of Christmas.
Has your life been crazy lately? Are there any ways you are intentionally guarding space to be quiet this upcoming Advent?
The weather has been a bit gloomy here in Ottawa as we approach winter (gasp!), but my heart is anything but. This past weekend filled my heart’s love tank to the brim. Friday after work I went to what might be my favourite pub (because it’s always near empty and has a great fireplace, I just wish there were no TVs) and had coffee and tea, also known as kaffe und kutchen, with my Beau. We then shared a meal of sweet potato fries, pakoras, samosas and stuffed naans at my place before heading out to an evening of adoration accompanied by some worship songs.
I really really didn’t feel like going to the sacrament of reconciliation, but I had some people keeping me accountable. Community is good that way. We need people pushing us to grow in holiness. It’s too hard on our own.
After that squeaky clean soul, Saturday morning I was in full recipient of grace mode. I attended a day long retreat with Fr. Tim Gallagher. Oh my gooooodness, the man knows how to speak truth, but with such kindness! The retreat focused on discernment. I really needed the reminder that God is NOT a jerk. When you have two morally sound options before you, God will not play mean girl when you make your choice. I have serious FOMO and need to be brave and trust God when I’m making choices. I’m sure I’m not alone in this, right? I mean, there were over 50 people at the retreat, I can’t be alone 😉
Sunday was just as beautiful of a day. Mass and brunch with lovely friends is always a winning combo to end a weekend. Not to mention I made this amazing Italian Meatball Minestrone Soup for supper, which I plan to enjoy again this evening (can anyone say LEFTOVERS I ACTUALLY ENJOY?! I CAN 😀).
The week is unfolding and my blogging schedule has not been the best, but I really want to be here consistently on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I hope to see you Thursday with a cup of tea and some more rambling. Until then, stay warm if your weather is looking anything like mine in Ottawa!