A Refuge of Time

The beginning of summer was a very busy time. Jandrew and I bought and moved to our dear little house in Brampton. Just before the move, I did a styled shoot with two amazing ladies and small business owners, and right after the move I had two weddings for close friends of mine. I poured all my creativity and love into those projects, but then, there was nothing left to do. Certainly, there was a house to unpack and paint and I was grateful for the time to do so, but now that August has rolled around I find myself wishing for more work.

Why do I hurry so much? I hurry because I’m afraid. Afraid to hear the voice of God, afraid to witness more pain in the world around me, afraid that I will find myself completely lacking. But when I slow down (willingly or grudgingly) I can take in the good things that I am often hurrying past. I can be thankful for this refuge of time and what it will teach me.

For example, this passage from 1000 Gifts by Ann Voskamp:

“Rejecting joy to stand in solidarity with the suffering doesn’t rescue the suffering. The converse does. The brave who focus on all things good and all things beautiful and all things true, even in the small, who give thanks for it and discover joy even in the here and now, they are the change agents who bring fullest Light to all the world.”

When I take a moment, I can appreciate this picture, seeing not just the beauty of the flowers but also the sweet contentment of a bride with her groom.


And I love this picture of sisters and friends. I am so thankful for the sisters and friends in my life!


It is a good thing that I get to bring joy into people’s lives with flowers. All this time, however, has also been giving me time to write more. So I’m writing a novel. Look out world.


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