Monthly Archives: September 2011

There’s this blogger thing going around that started on The Nester.  It’s a 31 day challenge for October and I am joining in!  Every blogger gets to choose their own topic to write about for 31 days.  Anything they want.

So I have decided that, for the next 31 days I will be seeking to find the extraordinary in my days.  As a stay-at-home-mom sometimes life can feel hum-drum and it can be easy to forget that every day is given to us by God and that it’s a gift.

I want to find in each day a treasure to share with you.

Let’s chat!  Are you joining in on the challenge too?


The rumors are true: I made a wreath.  And that’s it.  (Hint: the picture.  It’s from my phone, sorry about the quality.)

I’m not a very crafty person.  I don’t even own a hot glue gun and I hear that it’s like the staple of every crafter’s toolbox.  And even still, I made a wreath.

I wanted to make one that could hang on our door, and didn’t cost me a dime.  Well, the one I made cost 3 dollars to make and I think it’s pretty not-half-bad.

I simply went to the dollar store and bought a medium sized grapevine wreath, some fallish leafy garland with lots of deep colors, and some purple ribbon!  I wrapped the garland around the wreath and secured the ends into the tightly wound wreath, loosely wrapped the whole thing with the ribbon, made a loop-and-bow-thing and viola!  Autumnal wreath.  No hot glue required.

The biggest problem?  I don’t have a wreath hanger for the door, so it’s currently hanging from a way-too-low-for-wreaths nail near the kitchen.

It certainly isn’t the most expensive or quality looking wreath in the world (I need to clip some straggly things hanging from the bottom, apparently), but I’m pleasantly surprised that it doesn’t look as dollar store-ish as I feared.   And it cost me $3.  Win.

Let’s chat: Have you ever made an autumnal craft?  How did it go?

(Such a sad song.  I love it.  Even if it’s Green Day.)

Aspens, Mount Evans Road
(Photo: markehr)

Have you ever noticed that just about every song ever written about Autumn is sad?  Don’t get me wrong, I am a huge fan of minor chords and melancholy lyrics; I suppose it’s even suiting, as everything around us goes to sleep for the winter.  But it’s not right.

I love Fall.  I love everything about it.  I love the just-warm days and chilly nights.  I love the sweaters.  I love hot apple cider and a crackling fire. I love Aspen trees and the vibrant gold they turn.

I love the smell of crunchy leaves.  I love how the sunlight feels and looks warm and kind.  I love flannel shirts and jackets.  I love the electricity that hums in the air as everyone knows the holidays are almost here.

In the Autumn everything in life feels more peaceful, sweeter, gentler.  It balances between the sweltering heat of Summer and the frost of Winter and offers us a sigh of relief; a welcomed rest.

I heart Autumn.

This year I am looking forward to so much.   This year I’m not big and uncomfortable in my last trimester of pregnancy (and getting ready for a temporary move into my parents’) and I can’t wait to make the upcoming holiday season special for our little family in our own (rented) home.   I got pregnant a few months after David and I got married, so I’m looking forward to being energetic and able to bend over this holiday season!

Some of the things I can’t wait to do…

  • Make a wreath
  • Carve pumpkins – still searching for inspiration!
  • Make some ugly dollar store faux-squash beautiful!
  • Bake pumpkin muffins/bread (I’m really more excited about the eating part…)
  • Find an Autumnal scented candle
  • Wear tights!
  • Hum Christmas carols under my breath so I don’t get flogged by CCNs (Christmas Carol Nazis) out there.

Oh Autumn how I heart thee.

Let’s chat: What are you looking forward to this wonderful Autumn season?

Horror Movie Bedroom(Photo: Genevieve Goffman)

There is much in the world to make us afraid.  There is much more in our faith to make us unafraid.  ~Frederick W. Cropp

Fear.  It’s everywhere.  From horror movies to the evening news, we are given a lot of reasons to be afraid.  Our fears are rational, even expected.  Yet fear is one of those things no one really wants to talk about.  It’s something we will–or even just fear we will–get berated for.  So we say that we’re not scared, even as our skin crawls and our hearts race.  But the reality is that we’re all afraid of something.

I never thought of myself as a fearful person.  Sure, I’m terrified of crickets, but that’s not a real fear and totally doesn’t count.  And neither do my fears of alligators, riptides, sharks, bedbugs, falling, lice, wasps, having teeth pulled, financial instability, watching my husband or daughter die, sea turtles, someone hiding in my shower, my husband’s career choice, or birds.  Nothing scares me.

Oh, and E.T..   Very normal.

Yet, I still don’t see myself as a fearful person.  Maybe that is because most of these fears (though completely justifiable) aren’t ones I encounter on a daily basis.  (I mean, how often am I going to run into a sea turtle in my landlocked neighborhood?)  However, just because I’m not Adrian Monk, doesn’t mean I don’t let these fears dictate how I live and think.

And that’s what I’m having to come to terms with.  I am afraid.  But I’m not the only one.  I am afraid.  But I have a God who understands my fears and is taking care of it all, even without me asking.

Though I never considered myself a fearful person, God saw that I was and has opened two doorways for me to learn about my fear and address it.  First, the ladies in my church are studying the book Running Scared: Fear, Worry, and the God of Rest by Edward Welch.  Secondly, the blog (in)courage is beginning a book study of the book What Women Fear: Walking in Faith that Transforms by Angie Smith.  I have started reading Running Scared, but I’m going to hold off on What Women Fear and just satisfy myself with reading the blog posts (and other women’s thoughts) on it for now.  It’s time to face my fear”lessness” head on.

Let’s chat: Do you think you’re a fearful person?  


Today is my husband’s birthday.  (I won’t tell you how old he’s turning, because it will make me feel old.)

Most people don’t know the David that I know, or that our families know.  On the outside he is quiet and blends into the background.  He’s kind and tolerant.  He likes softball and serves on the sound team.

But my David is so much more than that.  The David I am married to is an amazing man; he is humble, hilarious, generous.  The David I am married to isa husband who loves me deeply and sacrificially; a devoted and doting father.

The David I am married is worth getting to know and I am so glad that, 8 years ago, I did.

Today, on his birthday, I am so grateful for him.  The near two years we’ve been married have been worth the two years I waited for him.  I wouldn’t change a thing.

I love you, David.

No Bake Chocolate Oatmeal Cookies
(Photo: The Cutting Board)

I have a confession to make.

I am obsessed.

I don’t like to bake.  I never have and I don’t anticipate enjoying it anytime soon.  I do make the occasional batch of sugar cookies, and we keep aging bananas for banana bread but other than that I just don’t do it.

Enter the no-bake cookie.

We’ve all had them.  I think.  Well, most people have.  They’re hard not to like; chocolatey oatmeal, there is nothing there not to like.  I would even imagine most people have made them at least once.

Not me.  I’ve made them twice.  In the past week.

I am completely and hopelessly obsessed with them.  They’re so yummy and so quick and so easy.  No preheating an oven.  No rolling out dough.  No measuring flour.  You boil, mix and plop.  (Which is a really unappetizing way to put it, but that’s what you do!)

But we just ran out of cheap-o sugar and I am not wasting the expensive, less-refined sugar on cookies.  We want to cut back on our sugar intake.  And we will…once we’re done eating the batch I made tonight.

Let’s chat: What is your secret food obsession?

I used to blog.  Quite frequently, actually, and I really enjoyed it.  But then I got it into my head that I needed to have all of this organization and structure and a schedule and goals and it killed it for me.  I hated it.  But sometimes I just really want to blog and share about what is happening with my little family and sometimes just myself.  And I have officially decided that there is nothing wrong with that.  I don’t need to have a five year goal and strive to be like those money-maker bloggers.  Right now I just want to write sometimes, but not because I have to. (I never have liked people telling me what to do…)

So that’s what I’m going to do.  I don’t know when I’ll update, I have absolutely no theme, and if I never have more readers than the family members that secretly just visit to see stories about Selah then I’m okay with that.

I’m just Savannah and this is just my life.  Also, I’m going back to my super fave blog name: All I Have Needed.