What I Read in 2017

I'm a starter not a finisher. It's just a part of who I am. I used to hate it about myself and ignore it, but now I'm learning how to embrace it and to form my life in understanding of it.

For a while, I tried to only read one book at a time, thinking that my desire to read the next book would motivate me to actually finish a book.

It didn't work.
But I'm not too discouraged, because apparently smart people read more than one book at a time! At least the smart people I listen to on podcasts say so;) (Listen to Tsh Oxenreider talk about reading here and Phylicia Masonheimer talk about reading here)

SO, I am guiltlessly embracing all the books I have cracked open and admit that I can't read one book at a time. Truly, how could I? I'm not going to always be in the mood for something deep and spiritual, but I also need more than a fiction some mornings.

Without further ado, here are the books I'm reading, have read, and want to read!
(Books that are on sale, too!!!)

(Me trying to read & nurse Jonah at the same time, lol!)

A Year of Vision: My Word of the Year

"Word of the year" is not something new. Actually, my mom was the first person to tell me about it, and she's been doing it for years... so obviously I give her all the credit;) I like the idea, but with the newness and unpredictability of motherhood, I wasn't going to force any of it... unless it came to me.

And it did!

Defaulting to "Nothing"

Hello, 2018! And a big "long time no-see" to you readers.

I used to roll my eyes when blogger friends of mine would become mothers and promise "just wait until he's sleeping through the night and I'll get back into a routine!" or, "man, I didn't realize how little time I would have with a newborn!"
But, dang. Here I am. In their shoes. #humbled

Where to Find Everything You Need

In the three months that Jonah has been ex utero, I have experienced the greatest joy and awe for God's handiwork and creation. It is incredible that this tiny human was growing inside of me for nine short months! I fall more in love with his face every day, and crave his snuggly body in my arms while he is away from me. Every new milestone he conquers I want to both cry and beam with pride. I spend every moment with him trying to soak in everything about him - the smell of his head, the softness of his face, the weight of his tiny body on my chest while he sleeps... I love him. I love motherhood. I feel so blessed to be entrusted with this little person.

BUT...