I'm just a slow paced lady perfecting my craft
—a little something I like to call
the artisan pace.
the art of waiting, resting, and crafting in every season.
This blog is for those who know they need to slow down.
Here we'll find permission to be a little late, a little messy, and a little less picture perfect for the sake of the Kingdom of God.
To allow the loving hands of Jesus to work in our lives, teaching us the real way of living.
Together we'll discover the artisan pace of our Savior.
Loving Him. Loving others. Refusing to grasp after more than we need.
And finally tasting what it is to have enough.
A year ago, I had steady freelance work, my husband had just gotten accepted into a PhD program, and we were excited to make the move to a new city.
But then something happened to me, something that I've regretfully misjudged others for:
I felt God ask me to quit my job.
And so I did. (There were a couple months of tears, wrestling/arguing with God, and serious anxiety, but I'll save that for another time.)
Once we moved, I prayed like crazy about the next steps. I mean, I couldn't not work —that would mean the 2 of us would be living off of my husband's measly student income. I prayed and pleaded for direction, trying to figure out where the money would come from. But even in my pride, impatience, and distrust, Jesus still answered me with the deepest love I'd ever known.
"Jeana, you can't know how much I love you when you are your own provider.
For now, I need you to stop.
No work. Not even a part time job.
It's time to rest, to find your pace.
Come and be my daughter, and taste what it is to have enough."
I've carried hurt around my whole life, like an acceptable wound in my side. I've tried to stifle it with perfectionism, recognition, and money. But nothing ever satisfied or healed me —not until I learned to rest in Jesus. Until I tasted what it meant to have enough.
I could tell you miraculous stories of God's provision during this time of waiting (unexpected monetary gifts, a new car after our junker died), but that's not why I'm inviting you here, to this blog.
I'm writing to tell you about the healing that happens when a life seems to be buried in obscurity. The way God took this rushed, anxious, cynical girl, and put her back on her feet.
This past year, in the quiet of my home and my heart, I learned to bake sourdough bread. To write words in my journal that were just for me to see. To take delight in an unhurried life —the pace I was made for.
I've spent the past year perfecting this artisan pace —the art of slow and small living.
That's the kind of life I want to create. For you, and for me.
A few things to know:
I'm a messy, slow paced, twenty-something-year-old gal
who is always late for coffee dates.
I'm an introvert, but having people around my table always makes me feel more alive. It's a real conundrum.
I currently live in Louisville, Kentucky with my wonderful husband/childhood sweetheart, Nooch.
For fun, I paint, write, and make artisan bread (and flower crowns. I can't get enough flowers in my life.)
So glad you stopped by, friend.