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Life is filled with inconveniences, frustrations and disappointments. I am often jealous of others, tired, discontent+ But I’ve found little solace in gratitude. If I can revel in joy over my morning cup(s) of coffee, flowers I bought myself, or breakfast in bed… then I should. And I should let it fill me with hope and gratitude for the beauty and privilege it is to be myself in my circumstances, loved by a God who created me.

I am first and foremost a created person made to love and glorify God. I don’t fully understand why he has made me to create and also made it soo difficult to do so. But I think it is partially to continually push me back to himself. By revealing my weakness to me, he shows me all the ways he sustains and loves me.

I hope my work can bring him glory and I hope it brings you joy.

It’s not just breakfast in bed, it’s the joy of being alive.