this post has me stumbling for words so just bear with me as i sort it all out!
this weekend luke & i did a little road trippin' to tulsa. he dropped me off at the be crafty workshop hosted by three truly lovely ladies- lesley, amanda & allison. those sweet ladies spoiled us! the food was incredibly good, the crafts were so much fun & the swag bags (thanks to a whole bunch of amazing artists & crafters!) were amazing.
the workshop was hosted next to a handful of the sweetest shops. i had heard so much about made so it was fun to finally step inside & soak up all of the handmade goodness.
my running buddy & bff, kara, has her necklaces in made. they were crazy popular during the workshop... so thankful to call her friend!
after the workshop, luke & i headed toward vintage market days, a very well-crafted vintage & handmade market in the heart of tulsa.
this weekend was exactly what i needed. it was such a gift to spend quality time with a handful of women i truly admire & live out a part of my life that brings about such joy.
but in all honesty, throughout our trip, my heart & mind were on syria. i felt a heavy heart of guilt.
i debated writing about this part of our trip because it is such a sensitive topic, but i've always hoped that this little blog would be a place where i could invite honesty in both myself & my readers. my hope has been that we could discuss things that brought us joy, but also the things that stopped us in our tracks & stirred us up inside.
so, as luke & i were driving to tulsa early saturday morning with npr buzzing in the background, we began to discuss the incredible heartache in syria. when luke dropped me off, i put on a smile & had a truly amazing time with an amazing group of people in an amazing workshop.
as we all began crafting, though, thoughts began to surface. guilty thoughts. thoughts of mothers grieving over lost children while i painted. thoughts of homes torn apart & wives without husbands as i went about my lovely saturday visiting handmade shops & vintage markets.
i feel so incredibly blessed to experience such privilege in a world of tragedy & sadness. i often question what i am supposed to do when faced with this truth so many borders away while i fluff my home & craft. the only part i can make peace with is that we must remain thankful for what we've been given. though i should do what i can to alleviate suffering abroad, i can't allow myself to feel guilty for the blessings in life that i enjoy. perhaps that's the hardest part. i just wish such blessings for everyone to take part in the things that fuel their passions & light their fires.
so i replaced my guilt for the things i cannot control with a heart of thanks for experiencing these unearned daily joys. my heart still feels that stirring, but i know that i'm called to not take these privileges for granted. a thankful, convicted heart.
i am so thankful for a full-love-tank-kind-of-day spent with amazing new friends. i am thankful for an evening with a group of women at ashley's home sharing a homemade meal together & such good, soul-filling conversation.
i am thankful for this precious life filled with an unimaginable amount of joy that i will never comprehend. be crafty weekend, you stirred something inside & filled me up.