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Because it's Friday and you probably need to look at pretty pictures of the ocean.

Last month I flew to San Diego to see my family and breathe in the salty sea air. Let me tell you a secret: I love the ocean. I love the way it looks, the way it smells, the way it sounds. I could sit on the beach for hours and watch and listen as the waves form, break, and roll up onto the sand. I love how the ocean makes me feel small and but reminds me of my value all at the same time. I stand there feeling so small in comparison to this beautiful and powerful body of water, but knowing I am even more beautiful and precious to my Creator than this thing that I am so in awe of.

We spent our weekend in California hiking a little, exploring a little, hanging out with family, and I even got to see a wonderful friend I had not seen in FIVE years. Isn't that crazy? Crazy fun. We walked around Seaport Village, saw all of the ships docked in the bay, and took a drive up to La Jolla, which is one of my favorite spots to visit when in San Diego. You have cliffs, seals swimming in the waves or laying on the rocks, and salty sea air.

If you can't tell already, I'm obsessed with water, so I won't apologize for the tidal wave of ocean photos that follow. ;)

I'm off to the mountains with friends this weekend! What adventures are you up to?



I turn twenty-eight today.

I'm not really sure how I got here. In a lot of ways, I still feel like that twenty-two year old girl who had just graduated from college, was working three jobs, and left everything to be a counselor at a summer camp in Colorado. I guess you could say no matter how old I get, I'm always feelin' twenty-two. ;)

In case you were wondering, I'm not freaking out about it...the whole getting older thing. I already got that out of of my system when I turned twenty, and then again at twenty-five. So maybe I'm on the "freak out every 5 years" plan. We'll see what happens when thirty rolls around. ;)

But in all honesty, for the most part, getting older doesn't really bother me anymore. (Do you like how non-committal that sentence was?)

There is a struggle sometimes not to feel like I've missed something along the way that would make my life look different than it does right now. But I am reminded that God does not make mistakes, and that I am not running behind or running late in life. I am right where I am supposed to be.

I realized a couple of years ago that I had to quit looking at age as something to fear and start looking at it as something to appreciate. Another year means more experiences, more wisdom, more laughter, more time with friends and family, and more days to know Jesus better. After all, we don't get to be here long, so each year is a gift.

Here's to more adventures and more laughter and more grace in twenty-eight.



Welcome to August! It's my favorite month of the year. Why? Well, it's the month that holds my mama's birthday, my parents' anniversary, my birthday, and the anticipation of autumn (my favorite season, obvi.)

Someone told me recently that I should start documenting my adventures again, and I completely agree. So in order to do that, we've got to do a little time travel back to April when my best friend from Tennessee came to visit me in the great state of Colorado. Nat got to come out to the wild, wild west for a long weekend and we filled it full of fun adventures, yummy foods, and real conversations.

Sunday morning we got up, grabbed coffee and started our day at The Overlook, which is one of my favorite spots to sit and think and pray. We sat in the car, sipped on our coffee, and let the words hiding deep in our hearts slip out. It was honestly one of my favorite mornings of this year. We talked about the things we were really feeling, unafraid of what the other might think. It is so freeing to have a friend like that to share life with.

We had planned on hiking in the afternoon but didn't know exactly where we wanted to go. With a suggestion from friends, we headed to the Paint Mines. I had never been before and didn't know what to expect. We started driving east and the prairies started to appear as the mountains got smaller and smaller behind us. Nat could hardly contain herself because she grew up in Arkansas and the wide open spaces just make her heart swell. #LittleNatOnThePrairie

It's about an hour drive from Colorado Springs to the Paint Mines, but it's a beautiful one. Once we arrived, we headed down the trail to the Mines and it took our breath away. I couldn't get over the different formations and textures and colors created by wind and water. It's places like this that remind me how incredibly cool and creative God is, and it makes me appreciate this life even more.

Have you ever been to the Paint Mines or a place like it?? Tell me about it!