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DESIGN: recent work

A couple of things I've done over the last few months:

 

{bachelorette party invite}

{baby announcement for my bff ally}

{the art in this baby announcement video for my coworker + his wife}

{blog header for my beautiful best friend rachel, who's currently studying in greece}

And lastly, a few personal projects from instagram: 

WORDS: Spring

I'm not a blogger. But this is a blog post. An update about my life. It felt too long and wordy for Facebook, so this seemed like the best avenue to share. And if you're reading this, I love you. 

Winter was a blur of sadness. A smear of heart ache, fake smiles, and too many naps. Jesus carried me through winter. He carried me even though I had little to no interest in him, other than for him to give me the things I wanted. I waited through winter. Not a holy waiting with a patient heart, but a bitter waiting. A frustrated waiting. Bitter that my situation wasn’t what I wanted to be, and frustrated because things weren’t falling in my lap like I wanted them to.

“The reason Christians are bored is because they’ve lost sight of the mission.” One of my pastors said last Wednesday in a bible study. On the last day of winter, at that lunchtime bible study, I decided spring would be different. In spring I would get off my lazy butt (sorry for the lack of eloquence in that phrase) and do something. Jesus couldn’t move in my life when I was moping around feeling sorry for myself. I couldn’t love others well when I was soaking in the tub of self-pity.

A few weeks ago I began praying about quitting my job. I’m so thankful to have worked where I have over the last ten months. It’s been a fun job, I’ve learned and grown so much. I’m thankful for the people I work with and the friends I’ve made. But I began to feel a stirring, like it was time to do something else, something new. As I prayed, I didn’t feel like God was telling me anything except, “wait.”

I waited. Patiently and expectantly this time. Not expectant that he would give me exactly what I wanted, but that he would show me what he wanted for me. Then, as I sat in that bible study last week, God told me “go.” By evening, I decided I would quit my job. I would quit my job, without anything lined up, and go back to school. I trusted between babysitting jobs and some money I have saved up, I would be able to get by. It would be tight, but I felt confident it would be okay.

Thursday I talked to my mom. With her encouragement, I registered for classes that night and the next day I put my two weeks in at work. The timing was perfect, spring quarter started in exactly two weeks.

One week to the day after that last day of winter, I was being offered a job I’ve been wanting for some time. A job at my church, getting paid to do what I’d been doing for free since September. Overjoyed, I accepted. Amidst the congratulatory smiles and hugs I felt so much peace and joy. Jesus works in the craziest of ways. Time and time again I make plans and he gives me new ones - better ones. I love it. I love his goodness and his providence. I love how he redeems me from my need to control everything by reminding me that he is the one in charge. He is the one who orchestrates my life. He has only good things for me and he is to be trusted. I’m so thankful. I’m thankful for Jesus. I’m thankful for my dear friends, my soon-to-be new coworkers, my soon-to-be old coworkers. I’m thankful for my mom and her continued support of me in everything I do. I deserve none of this, but Jesus loves me and lavishes his grace on me. I don’t think I’ll ever understand it, I’m so in awe.