I apologize to all of my faithful readers, because I have most definitely not been a faithful writer. I won’t offer any promises for the future, but at least I’m blogging today!
A large part of my being able to blog is that summer break has started for the Robinson household! Our last week of craziness was the last full week of April – we wrapped up Amazing Collection on Monday, I helped with the last homeschool group on Tuesday, and Good News Club finished up on Thursday. To start off our summer break with a bang, Alexander and I decided to head up to Montana to see my folks for the weekend, being as all of the hectic activities were over. We had originally planned to spend Thursday evening after Good News Club eating mac ‘n’ cheese and watching a movie together, followed by a laid-back Friday morning during which Alexander could sleep in and I could go for a run. God, however, had a different plan because “man’s heart plans his ways, but the Lord directs his steps” (Proverbs 16:9). And, fortunately for us, God’s ways are always better!
It’s starting to snow outside — a very fine, light, dusty snow. We haven’t had much snow here yet this year, so every little bit we get is a treasure. Fall here in Casper was long and gorgeous, but now the colder temperatures have hit and the weather is getting a little more “Christmassy.”
We decorated for Christmas just this last weekend, after Thanksgiving. Friends and family have blessed us with an abundance of Christmas decorations, so our home is quite festive. And God blessed us with a Christmas tree, which is a story worth sharing….
When Alexander and I first started developing a “more-than-just-friends” relationship, we quickly discovered that we shared a passion for camping and hiking in God’s great outdoors, especially in the Rocky Mountains. As we progressed in our long-distance relationship, many of our days together were spent on some sort of hiking adventure — last May we visited one of his friends and explored near the Tetons, in the summer we meandered amongst wildflowers and camped out for the Needtobreathe concert at Red Rocks in Colorado, that fall I took him up to a lake in the forests near my college, in November he proposed after a short hike in his Michigan woods, and this May our honeymoon road trip to the Oregon coast involved numerous outdoor adventures in all different sorts of country.
Moving into marriage, we hoped that we’d be one of those couples always off on another camping adventure. Our home in Casper, Wyoming, locates us near enough to plenty of mountains for weekend getaways, or so we rationalized. But I don’t know if either of us really thought our grand dream of frequent camping and hiking would ever come true. I was certainly hesitant to think so.
Apparently it’s going to take a while for me to get into a good routine of posting on a regular basis. So much has already happened since I last blogged, and I’m not sure where to begin. Beautiful drives, hikes, the new home, exercise, food….
So I guess I’ll start with something that’s been on my heart a lot lately, and that I’ve wanted to blog about for several months.
It’s been over a year since I wrote on this blog. Not counting the quick post with the article about my publication, I haven’t posted anything really personal or descriptive or friendly or interesting….
To be honest, the last year has been a whirlwind. I certainly would have loved to keep up on my blog, but it took a backseat to school, relationships, and life in general. I was working through my fifth and final year of college, seeing a phenomenal young man, being very active with friends on campus, taking care of my new dog, running around Dillon, working on the publication of my book, etc.
And it’s been an absolutely wonderful year in which God has not ceased to amaze me.
I’m going to tackle a touchy issue. (And if there are any guys out there reading this, feel free to stick around; I believe that this post applies to men and women alike.)
What is body shaming? Basically, it’s scrutinizing my own body, picking out the pieces I’m dissatisfied with because I think they should look differently (often by comparing them to people around me or to the media’s standards), dwelling on and hating those parts because they’re not what I want them to be, and constantly wishing they were different or trying to change how they look.