2024: week 18.

monday, april 29.

On my drive back to Nashville, I listened to the episode of The Basement where Tim Ross has Erwin McManus on the pod, and it just blew my mind a little bit. So I bought the book and spent a good chunk of my Monday tracking the Amazon package and reading almost a third of the book in one sitting.

tuesday, april 30.

Another day, another walk.

Thankful for sunshine. Thankful for warmer weather. Thankful for the way the clouds looked in the sky.

I saw a post that the great 13-year cicada emergence could begin at any point, starting as early as this week. So now every time I step outside and don’t have to deal with massive bugs everywhere, I am thankful for that too.

wednesday, may 1.

I felt pretty off all day on Wednesday, and I’m not really sure why. It was just one of those days, I guess. That night was an All Church Prayer night, and I was planning on going, but after a day like that, I didn’t really feel like it.

It was such an active choice to move in what I knew was true (that going would help) over what it felt like (that going wouldn’t make a difference).

I took this photo at the end, when I was kind of just lingering in the moment, to remind myself that prayer always changes things. Even when it feels like it won’t. Even when it feels like it doesn’t matter — or like attending a prayer night is a take-it-or-leave-it thing.

This is the point. This is where I want to be. This is the choice.

I walked out feeling different — literally. When I crossed the parking lot and unlocked my car, I realized what it was: I felt so much lighter.

thursday, may 2.

My sister and I were discussing the upcoming cicada situation and this text got me.

friday, may 3.

I spy PINK in the sky. What a way to end the day.

saturday, may 4.

My friends hosted a worship night and this blurry photo of the green lining the driveway is all I have to show for it.

I love worship nights like this. My pastors always close out services by saying, “Service is over but Church is not. Go and be the Church.” Nights like this remind me that we don’t need the building or a service or our pastors to organize an event to gather to worship and go after the heart of God.

sunday, may 5.

Every time I take a walk, I take photos of the trees or the sky or my feet. And every time I go to East Nashville, I take photos of the skyline.