Hi faithful readers,
I want everyone to know! I'm the proud owner of a new blog! This blog will remain up for awhile, but I hope all of you will follow me over at my new home, Hand Me Down Grace. The new site is the same, but well...different. It looks better for one, but it is also a new space with a new dream.
My life has changed so much since I started tip typing on this little blog. My heart has expanded across an ocean and back and now has stretched to encompass a precious daughter. My dreams have also stretched and that is what the new space is about. I want to continue writing, but I want that writing to be focused on inspiring and encouraging all of us to take our lives, good and bad, and live them as living sacrifices for Christ. The fruit of which is a grace-filled life that can give more than it receives and love bigger than it is loved- no matter how God has chosen to write our story.
You'll probably see a few posts from a diamond in the rough recycled over on Hand Me Down Grace, but expect much more. I hope you'll join me as I continue this journey. You can also join me on twitter and pinterest for more. Know from the depths of my little Southern heart that I am thankful for each one of you who has taken time to read words that I have written. It blesses me beyond words, written or spoken.
Blessings,
Jessica Hoover
Monday, September 24, 2012
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Disappearing Act
A whole month of silence. It wasn't intentional, but it was needed. It is humbling when you realize that truly you can't do it all. In fact you have no business trying to do it all. I took the month of July off. I wish I could say it was to re-focus, but truthfully it was to just survive. I've always struggled with balance, as in, I try to balance way to much and the proverbial plates eventually all come crashing down. Even though I wasn't trying to re-focus I think the result has been that I have a lot of creative juices flowing. I've got a lot to say and for better or worse I plan on saying it.
I'm going to Allume Social in October. A dream of mine for a couple of years. It seems like poor timing to drop the blog for a month this close to the conference, but I think I am looking at the conference as a way to reevaluate what I am doing with this space and hopefully some advice on how to get to where I want to go. I have big plans (I've had them for awhile) and I'm excited to see what the future holds. Over the last month my attention has been focused on my wee one and getting a small childbirth ed/doula services business going. It hasn't been idle time.
Thanks for not dropping off of my readership- trust me it will be worth it in the end. God is doing something in my heart and mind and I just know it is going to come out the end of my finger tips.
I'm going to Allume Social in October. A dream of mine for a couple of years. It seems like poor timing to drop the blog for a month this close to the conference, but I think I am looking at the conference as a way to reevaluate what I am doing with this space and hopefully some advice on how to get to where I want to go. I have big plans (I've had them for awhile) and I'm excited to see what the future holds. Over the last month my attention has been focused on my wee one and getting a small childbirth ed/doula services business going. It hasn't been idle time.
Thanks for not dropping off of my readership- trust me it will be worth it in the end. God is doing something in my heart and mind and I just know it is going to come out the end of my finger tips.
Friday, June 29, 2012
5 Minute Friday: Dance
Thanks to Lisa-jo we can all take up our proverbial pens and write! We write and then we share the overflow! Finally after weeks being MIA I am back to share a bit of life squeezed into 5 minutes of writing.
TOPIC: Dance
GO!
I'm still learning how these steps link together. I clumsily trip around the ballroom of life and motherhood and I wonder if I'll ever find the rhythm of the music woven into my soul. My feet feel awkward and I don't seem to ever know what to do with my hands, but you don't notice. You giggle at mama's silliness. The way I turn up the radio louder than any babies (or arguably any human) ears should ever be exposed to and the way that I dance silly while I cook dinner.
Your daddy says that I dance like Elaine, but I shrug and keep on dancing. He smiles and shakes his head and knows that he will live to tease me about my dancing for yet another day because he can discourage a lot of my weird behavior, but not my dancing. I can see it in your eyes. The way you can't hardly hold still a single minute (not even to go to sleep, sigh...). All of my pictures of you are a blur these days and I have to shoot pictures like I am filming an Olympic foot race. You are learning your own dance and counting out your own steps. You are finding a rhythm all your own.
I hope no matter how your life twists and turns that you'll always be able to dance silly in your kitchen and that someday far off you'll have a toothless grinning girl watching your every move and loving every minute.
STOP!
TOPIC: Dance
GO!
I'm still learning how these steps link together. I clumsily trip around the ballroom of life and motherhood and I wonder if I'll ever find the rhythm of the music woven into my soul. My feet feel awkward and I don't seem to ever know what to do with my hands, but you don't notice. You giggle at mama's silliness. The way I turn up the radio louder than any babies (or arguably any human) ears should ever be exposed to and the way that I dance silly while I cook dinner.
Your daddy says that I dance like Elaine, but I shrug and keep on dancing. He smiles and shakes his head and knows that he will live to tease me about my dancing for yet another day because he can discourage a lot of my weird behavior, but not my dancing. I can see it in your eyes. The way you can't hardly hold still a single minute (not even to go to sleep, sigh...). All of my pictures of you are a blur these days and I have to shoot pictures like I am filming an Olympic foot race. You are learning your own dance and counting out your own steps. You are finding a rhythm all your own.
I hope no matter how your life twists and turns that you'll always be able to dance silly in your kitchen and that someday far off you'll have a toothless grinning girl watching your every move and loving every minute.
STOP!
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