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There’s something about a plain terra cotta pot. Cold. Empty. Earth-toned. Unassuming. At first glance, it doesn’t look like much. Just baked clay formed from dirt — simple and unfinished. But that little pot is full of potential. It is designed to hold life. That’s the heart behind our upcoming Graves Into Gardens workshop. In this gathering, we will take plain, cold terra cotta pots and transform them into beautiful, hand-painted gardening containers using acrylic paint. W

“He has given us a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.” — Book of Isaiah 61:3 I was joined by my favorite people last night as we gathered in our Life Group for Creatives at Faith Church. In community, we shared our joys and struggles as we worked on crafting colorful Tie Dye T-shirts. Before the color. Before the twisting. Before the dye soaks into the fiber. It began as a blank white T-Shirt.  Open, unfinished, and full of possibility. That’s how many of us

The environment drives the mood. I have recently found co-working with the local barista at The Brew on 610 n. Creyts Rd. in Lansing to be the most productive space lately. As a Mom, Wife, church volunteer, Artist, and aspiring entreprenuer, I have a lot of squirrels to keep track of. Slipping away to this beautiful coffee shop at least once a week helps me to focus and make progress on my goals. In theory, I should be able to settle down to the administrative tasks a

A Time for Gathering Stones Today, as I was praying, my heart found a familiar passage of Scripture — the poetic rhythm of Ecclesiastes chapter 3 . You may recognize it instantly. You might even start to hum the melody made famous by the Byrds: “To everything there is a season… a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them.” Maybe it’s my age. Maybe it’s the season of life I’m in. Or perhaps it’s the constant stream of tragedy, division, and uncertainty that seems to gr

The holidays have a way of bending time. Schedules loosen. Meals linger. Days blur into one another... And then—almost abruptly—we find ourselves returning to structured days, calendars filling back up, responsibilities tapping us on the shoulder once more.Re-entry can feel jarring if we rush it. This season is an invitation not to sprint back into productivity, but to pause long enough to catch our breath . Not just the breath that keeps our bodies moving—but the deeper brea

This past month, our community walked through two powerful devotions: The Stones We Carry and Fireflies of Faith . Together, we looked honestly at the burdens we’ve held onto—some for far too long—and we honored the weight of those stones. Yet even in those heavy places, God gave us flickers of hope. Small, luminous reminders that faith doesn’t always roar… sometimes it glows softly like fireflies in the dark. As we enter December, our journey continues with a new and deeply

— and the Purpose We’re Called To Last week, I watched something sacred unfold.We gathered for what I thought would be a simple creative devotion — just paint, a few smooth stones, and a passage from Psalm 139 . But as the room quieted and hands began to move, I could feel the Spirit doing something deeper. There was a tenderness in the air — a holy pause.One by one, we held stones in our hands, naming them quietly: hurts, fears, disappointments, losses, sins we’ve carried l

I lost a little momentum for launching this business on the technical side this past month while working on another side project. In...

There’s something sacred about the sky at the edge of day.When the sun kisses the water in a slow descent—or rises with golden arms...

Joy In The Journey Logo There’s something holy about making things. Not just art, but space. Movement. Memories. We shape our lives as we...