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by Tiffany Nesbitt | Mar 23, 2016 | Beauty, Busyness, Culture, Missions
Turning the Corner Living here is like waking up. We’ve been in Central America for six weeks now, my family and I, and personally, the transition has been tough. Not because we weren’t called. And not because we weren’t absolutely certain that Costa Rica was the... ![Baby Steps]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jul 30, 2015 | Beauty, Faith, Friendship, Identity, Streamroots Posts
Baby Steps She has no idea she’s beautiful. We’ve known each other for twenty years. Walks, meals, beach days. Heartaches, secrets, celebrations. Prayer. In the many seasons it’s looked different, but we’ve done life together and it’s been a joy. At some point... ![Celebrating]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jul 9, 2015 | Beauty, Celebration, Contentment, Motherhood, Streamroots Posts, Trust
Celebrating We hop on the trolley, faces bright with sunshine and sea vistas. She’s twenty-two today, my second born. Does that make me old or only her a bit older? It doesn’t matter; we’re celebrating. I watch closely as she glances carefree at the passing shops... ![Keeping Time]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jun 11, 2015 | Beauty, Celebration, Family, Graduation, Milestones, Motherhood, Streamroots Posts
Keeping Time Two diminutive feet encased in black patent leathers swung in cadence to the music. Back and forth, back and forth, they kept time with the rhythm of carefully struck notes. Sparkling party dress spilling over the edge of the narrow piano bench, the tiny... ![Going Deeper]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Jun 4, 2015 | Beauty, Streamroots Posts, Surrender, Worship
Going Deeper Come on, my soul. Reading St. Augustine’s Confessions can be a bit daunting. It can also be a bit revolutionizing. It hasn’t been until the last few years that I’ve developed a taste for the writings of the early church fathers, and even... ![Original Design]()
by Tiffany Nesbitt | Mar 11, 2015 | Beauty, Freedom, Identity, Joy, Streamroots Posts
Original Design Who would I be if I were fully me? If I were completely alive to every nuance of the physical and spiritual DNA the Father conceived just to craft me? What if the layers of self, of sin, of this weary world were peeled back, exposing the raw...
