It should come as no surprise that I believe in the power of a word fitly written. Especially when it’s handwritten in a card that has been delivered the old-fashioned way. We live in a world that’s constantly connected and plugged in. We leave comments on facebook walls, carry on conversations in text messages and send tweets to one another all day long, which is all nice and convenient, but I really miss the days of handwritten letters and cards.

The best relationships of my life have been maintained by handwritten cards and letters, posted with a stamp and delivered to my mailbox. I have stacks of personal notes stashed in a box in my desk drawer, and I pull them out from time to time to relive a memory or receive some encouragement. Those cards and letters mean the world to me.

One of the greatest women I’ve ever known is a master of written correspondence. I don’t know how many cards, letters, and thank you notes she writes in the course of a week, but it has to be in the double digits. I have a stack of postcards in her signature script, all delivered to my campus post office box when I was a student at Mississippi State. Any college student knows the value of a real piece of mail. There’s nothing more depressing than trudging all the way across campus to peer in the window of your post office box, only to find nothing but a CD from AOL. Mrs. June taught me that a handwritten card can change a person. The fact that she noticed when I was struggling and took the time to sit down and write me to let me know that she was praying for me changed my life.

I’ve tried to emulate her, but I really don’t sit down to write a note as often as I should. I’ve been working to change that lately. I do, after all, own a custom stationery business. Recently, a college friend posted a snapshot of a card I had written her on facebook. The card was several years old, but she said she kept it because it still cheers her up when she’s down. My jaw dropped when I saw the photo. I couldn’t believe that a simple note that I had completely forgotten about had made such an impact, and it inspired me to pick up my pen and start using some of the stationery that I make. Over the past week, I’ve dropped two cards in the mail, and I’m planning on writing more over the course of the next few days. I hope to make it a lifelong habit.

So, keep your eyes open and don’t forget to check your mail. You may just find a note from me in that rusty old box!

What about you? When was the last time you got a handwritten note in the mail? How did it make you feel? Who are you writing to this week?

Until next time, grace and peace.

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Well, it’s been a few days, which means that I’ve had a few opportunities to wake up with the sun, and let me just say that my body has not appreciated the challenge. Making the adjustment has been difficult, and I haven’t yet made it up at 6 a.m. {yes, I know, I’ve broken my promise}, but I have gotten up around 7 for a few days, which is a step in the right direction. This morning, since it’s a holiday and all, both Dennis and I {and Micah too} slept in until 7:45, which is still earlier than I would have gotten up before this challenge began.

See? I’m doing better.

Honestly, as difficult as it has been for my body to adjust, I have really enjoyed the quiet time I have had to myself in the mornings. It has energized and refreshed me, and I’ve found myself to be much more patient with Micah and a lot less frazzled by the end of the day. It’s been nice.

But it’s still a work in progress. After a few days of setting the alarm for 6 a.m. and hitting the snooze until 7 a.m., I know that I probably won’t get up at 6 in the morning tomorrow, but I’m shooting for 6:45. I’ll do that for a couple of days and then move on to 6:30. Maybe by the end of the month, I’ll be getting up consistently at 6, but for now, when I’m trying not to throw my body into shock, I think that slow and steady is the way to go.

Thanks for all of your support! Many of you have asked me about my progress, and it’s nice to know that you care enough to hold me accountable. We’ll see how things go this week, and I’ll update you again next Monday!

Until next time, grace and peace.

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Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not a morning person. Never have been. Never planned to become one. I’m a night owl. Always have been. Thought I always would be.

Then I had a baby, and life changed drastically. I’ve discovered that I just don’t have enough hours in the day to accomplish everything on my to do list. For the past several months, I’ve been staying up for four or five hours after Micah and Dennis go to bed, working, catching up on facebook, reading blogs, and trying to write. When I lay Micah down in the crib, I head straight to the office and get to work.

But I’m finding that arranging my days this way is draining me of life and energy.

I spend all day every day waiting for Micah to take a nap or go to sleep so I can get something done. Instead of spending some much-needed quality time with my husband after Micah goes to bed, I hole up in the office and work feverishly on stationery orders. After a months-long writing hiatus, I’ve lined up several new writing contracts and projects, but I haven’t had time to really work on any of them. I keep thinking that I’ll write after everyone else goes to bed, but that never really happens, because when I open up Word and try to write, I find that I’m too exhausted to actually pen a single word.

In summary, I don’t get to enjoy time with my family, I don’t write, and I’m too tired at the end of the day to really be productive.

Last week, I wrote an article about making the most important relationships in your life a priority for myMISSIONfulfilled. As I wrote, I couldn’t help but feel a bit hypocritical. Here I was writing about making time with God and family a priority, and I’m not entirely successful about doing it in my own life. Sure, I sit down with my journal and Bible most days, but I don’t do it until I’ve put Micah down for her morning nap, which means that I’m awake for nearly three hours before I even think about speaking with God. I sometimes push work responsibilities aside and spend evenings with my family on the front porch, but that happens far less often than it should.

Something has to give.

Which is why I’ve decided to start going to bed earlier and getting up before Micah. My custom has been to fall into bed around 1 a.m. and get up with Micah between 8 and 9 in the morning. I want to shift the schedule, going to bed with Dennis between 9 and 10 at night and waking up at 6 every morning. That gives me at least two hours to spend some quiet time alone with God and write without fear of interruption. I’ll be able to claim Micah’s nap times as work time, since I’ve already read my Bible and maybe even {wonder of wonders} taken a shower. Since I will be working while Micah is napping, I’ll be able to actually focus on making memories with her when she’s awake instead of letting her play alone at my feet while I scramble to get things accomplished. I’m pretty sure that life will improve drastically if I just get up and get going in the mornings.

Novel idea, I know.

It’s one thing to say that I should get up earlier, but it’s another thing to actually do it. That’s why I’m writing about it. It’s your job to hold me to my word. Today marks the beginning of a new month, so it seemed to be an appropriate time to begin the challenge. This morning, I woke up at 9, but tomorrow I will rise at 6 a.m. Promise. You have my word.

I once heard that it takes 21 days to establish a habit. I’m giving myself 30 days to make this life change. I will rise at 6 a.m. for six days a week. On Saturdays, as a treat for getting up early throughout the week, I’ll sleep in with my family. And I’ll write about my progress once a week.

How does that sound? Seems like a good idea to me. Anyone want to take the challenge with me? Maybe it will be easier if we do it together.

One can hope, right?

Until next time, grace and peace.

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Baby girl’s first birthday bash is right around the corner, which means that party preparations are in full swing. Planning Micah’s birthday party has meant designing a new party suite for this paper fanatic, and I’ve had a lot of fun planning the little details of her big day. It’s the little things that make an event special, you know.

I’ve been seeing these tissue paper pomander balls all over the blogosphere, and, with a little help from Martha, I turned out a slew of them this weekend. I love how whimsical and playful they are, and I can’t wait to decorate with them in a few weeks. If you’re looking for a fun way to add a little flair to your special event, make a few of these pom-poms. You’ll be surprised at how easy they are!

First, as the Pioneer Woman would say, the cast of characters. You’ll need eight sheets of tissue paper. I used 15×20 sheets for the large pom-poms, 10×15 sheets for the medium pom-poms, and 7.5×10 sheets for the small pom-poms. You’ll also need scissors and floral wire.

Stack all eight sheets of paper and fold it accordian-style. On the largest pomanders, I made 1-inch folds, but on the smallest ones, I used 1/2-inch folds. It’s really up to you. The smaller the folds, the harder it is to separate the layers later, so keep that in mind as you’re folding.

Secure your folded paper with about six inches of floral wire, twisting tightly to secure. I plan to suspend the pom-poms from fishing line, so I left enough wire to make a loop and hang, but do whatever you need. If you don’t have floral wire, just improvise and use some twist ties from the kitchen. That will work just fine.

Trim the ends of your paper with scissors. This is honestly the hardest part. I chose to round the ends, but the pomanders are also very pretty with pointed ends. Trim according to your preference.

After you’ve trimmed the ends, fan out the folded paper and carefully separate the layers of tissue paper. The paper is very delicate, so use a gentle hand when separating the paper. I found it easiest to alternate sides as I pulled the paper apart. After you’ve separated all the layers, fluff and shape the pomander until it looks good, then step back and admire your handiwork!

When you hang these with fishing line, they appear to float in midair, but they also look really cute when hung with ribbon. You can fill a clear glass vase with tiny pom-poms and use it as a centerpiece, or you can use medium-sized ones as napkin rings. The options are really limitless.

I’ve had fun with this little project, and I hope you have too! Happy crafting!

Until next time, grace and peace.

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It seems that every time I vow to do better about blogging regularly, life comes along and shoves me right off track. This time, it’s taken a little while to pick myself, and my baby, up and recover my footing, but I’m back, and I hope to actually entertain you with some of the upcoming posts I mentioned a few weeks ago.

But before I do that, I wanted to share the unpleasant adventure we survived last week. Baby girl endured her first trip to the hospital. It was not pleasant, nor was it fun, and I do not wish it upon anyone. Did you know that hospital cribs look like tiny little baby jail cells?

Twas awful.

Micah caught a nasty little stomach bug {as did I} that threw her little system {and my grown up one} for a major loop last week. She threw up once on Friday and once on Saturday, but Sunday morning the floodgates opened and she couldn’t keep anything down. We stopped in at the hospital when she was so lethargic she couldn’t lift her head if she wanted.

If you know my baby, you know that she’s a bundle of energy. She does not like to be cuddled. She wants to be crawling around exploring her world and playing all. the. time. She hates being held like this:

But she was so out of it that she voluntarily laid her head down on her daddy’s chest while we were in the ER. If you ever go to the emergency room and they usher you to a room immediately, you know that it’s serious. My poor pitiful baby was very, very sick. She was severely dehydrated, and her blood sugar had dropped to 50. Once they got an IV in, she perked up a bit.

But she was still pretty puny. Monday she was able to keep down a bit of Gatorade, so they let us go home, but it soon became obvious that the virus was still ravaging her little tummy. Tuesday morning she couldn’t even keep down a teaspoon of Gatorade. A teaspoon! Do you know how minuscule a teaspoon is?

It was scary. Very, very scary, but thankfully, we finally got the vomiting under control and she’s back to normal now. And let me just say that she’s hungry. Very, very hungry. Which is good, since she lost a whole pound while she was sick. That’s a lot for such a tiny little girl.

Anyway, many of you knew all of this already, but I wanted to write and thank you for all of the prayers and kindness you showed us last week. We needed your help, and you provided in a very real way. We’re more grateful for your love and support than you’ll ever know.

Until next time, grace and peace.

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Hi, everyone. Thanks for entering the first ever giveaway from Senojal Designs. I’m a little tardy in publishing the results and contacting the winners, but I hope you’ll forgive me.

I won’t keep you in suspense anymore. The two winners are Tiffani and Cate. Congratulations, y’all! I’ll be in touch soon with more details about your prize.

Thanks again for participating, and if you didn’t win this time, don’t let that keep you from playing in the future!

Until next time, grace and peace.

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It’s birthday season in the Jones household. Mine came and went on Saturday, and, shockingly enough, baby girl’s first birthday is coming up next month. I didn’t eat any cake or blow out any candles on my birthday, but I did go out on a date with my hubby, and then we went to Best Buy and drooled over my new camera. OK, so it’s not mine yet. But I have ordered it. And it should arrive sometime in the next century.

The camera is definitely one of the best birthday presents ever. Four years ago, my sweet husband coerced our entire family into pooling their money and purchasing me a Canon Rebel XT. It has been good to me, but it’s time to upgrade, so I’ve sold it, and my parents and in-laws once again donated funds to make up the difference. Thanks, y’all!

I’m not the only one who likes presents, right? Let’s be honest. We all like gifts. And packages in the mail. And cards from friends and family. And freebies.

That’s why I’m giving away two sets of custom notecards from Senojal Designs. I’m celebrating my birthday by giving gifts to you!

To enter, simply click through to my etsy shop, browse through the custom notecards, and leave a comment on this post telling me which design is your favorite. It’s that simple! Please use your actual e-mail address on the comment form, otherwise I won’t be able to get in touch with you if you win.

Now for the nitty gritty details. One entry per person, please. Feel free to share some giveaway love and tweet, blog, or update your status with a link to this blog entry. The giveaway will be open from now until 11:59 p.m. on Tuesday, August 17. Two winners {selected by a random number generator} will each receive one set of 12 custom notecards from Senojal Designs.

Now, get to to commenting! And spread the birthday love!

Until next time, grace and peace.

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Hi! Remember me? I’m the girl who used to write here. Life has been very busy lately, and I have been so busy living it that I haven’t had the time to sit down and write, but I have big plans for the future. I’ve had lots of post ideas rolling around in my head over the past few weeks, and I plan on rolling them out over the next several days.

Actually putting that in writing obligates me to follow through.

At least, that’s the plan.

But for now, I just wanted to pop in and say hi and let you know that I’m thinking about you. As the summer days wind down and fall approaches, life should slow down a bit, but things rarely happen as they should, do they?

Anyway, I’ll be back soon. I just wanted to say hi.

Until next time, grace and peace.

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I used to be an avid reader. I devoured books. Inhaled them. I would stay up all hours of the night to finish just one more chapter, which, in actuality turned into reading the entire book in one sitting. I loved books. When I was a little girl, my mom would take me to the library, and I’d max out my library card on Nancy Drew mysteries and Sweet Valley Twins volumes. In high school, my obsession with Mary Higgins Clark novels led me to read every single book she ever wrote. In college, I read anything and everything I could get my hands on.

Then I went to seminary, and my days of reading for pleasure ended abruptly. I had no time to read for pleasure after I finished reading for class. And let me tell you: there was lots of reading for class. We read books and wrote reviews to sharpen our critical thinking skills, and apparently those skills needed lots of sharpening, because I read hundreds of books and thousands of pages for my classes.

During each semester, I compiled a list of books that I would like to read, if only I had the time. But I never had the time. I always imagined that after graduation I would pick up where I left off in my love affair with books.

But it seems that books and I are still taking a break in our relationship. I honestly do not remember the last book I read from cover to cover, and that’s a shame, because we really did have a good thing going back in the day.

I’m trying to repair our broken relationship, but it’s not easy. My attention span just isn’t what it used to be, and sometimes taking a nap is a lot more appealing than opening a book. But I’m trying. I started by purchasing one of the books on my wish list: The God I Don’t Understand, by Christopher Wright. And I’m making progress. Just last night I turned the page on chapter five.

In addition to actually purchasing a book, I have also signed up as a reviewer for Book Sneeze, a book review program offered by Thomas Nelson. Basically, I receive free books in exchange for blogging book reviews. I like free books. Don’t you? I should be receiving my first book soon. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about it later.

Reading is a discipline that I have neglected lately, but it’s a discipline that’s absolutely necessary for any writer. All good writers are voracious readers. That’s just how it is. You cannot be a good writer unless you are first a good reader. I’m afraid that the drought in my writing life is directly tied to the drought in my reading life. Reading introduces me to fresh ideas and even sharpens my critical thinking skills.

I guess the professors knew what they were doing when they forced us to read.

But I will never forgive a certain church history professor for making me read all 736 pages of Creeds of the Churches. Never. I’m just saying.

All of this thought about books has made me wonder what everyone else is reading these days. What’s on your nightstand? What should I add to my reading list? Go on and tell me. I want to know!

Until next time, grace and peace.

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My baby girl turned 10 months old Saturday. As she gets older and starts looking more like a little girl and less like a baby, it’s the little things I want to remember.

Like these chubby little legs.

This excitable nature.

And this sweet little spot on the back of her neck.

This innocent delight.

And, of course, these bright blue eyes and two tiny teeth.

I could go on and on. At 10 months old, Micah has a fearlessness that I envy and a mischievousness that gets her in trouble. She plays peek-a-boo with us, crinkles up her little nose and snorts at us, follows us, and climbs all over us. She’s on the verge of walking and takes every opportunity to practice standing up. Though she started out as a picky eater, now she’ll eat anything we put in front of her, but she has a fondness for Cheerios and bananas that can’t be beat. She’s sweet and funny and easy-going and happy and as delightful as a little girl can be.

As she grows up before my eyes, It’s the little things I want to savor and remember. Soon her mouth will be filled with lots of tiny little teeth. That sweet spot on the back of her neck will be covered with blonde curls, and the chub will fall off her little legs. But her eyes will always be bright blue. And I pray that she’ll keep her innocent delight and sense of adventure. Right now, the little things are the precious things in our lives.

Until next time, grace and peace.

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