Have you heard about my newest project? It’s called Early Morning Read Alouds. In these daily Facebook Live videos, I sit at my kitchen table (after just rolling out of bed around 4:30 a.m.) and share my heart and writing. I love doing this! And I am honestly a little surprised that I have been able to do it every day for the last 3 weeks without some kind of glitch with the babies! The best part? I have so enjoyed getting to know more of my readers through comments on these posts. I would absolutely love to connect with you here.
I have also been posting drawings and journal entries on Instagram, a great place to peek into my creative life.
Sending a little preview of the last few days on Instagram and Facebook. If you don’t want to miss a post, just click the LIKE and FOLLOW buttons below.
Thanks so much for being a part of The Sacred Everyday and for fueling my creative fire. Your hearts, likes, comments, and shares mean so much to me, and they exponentially extend the reach of my writing.
I have so many exciting ideas in the works. I am literally in a tidal wave of inspiration right now. I can’t wait to tell you more. Soon!
But for now, I am sending you a quiet sunrise and a pot of tea and the reminder that your life is such a gift. Love and hope and peace,
Mackenzie
mackenziechester.substack.com/p/things-i-love-february-2023
Lord of the Rings, Uilleann Pipes, Quiet Houses, Shabbat Shalom
I have started writing letters on substack once a week, calling it Letters from a Sacred Everyday Life. Sometimes they are just rambles about things
What I Wish I Could Say to the Strangers in the Grocery Store Who See My Children and Call Me Brave
paper plates, book deadlines, social media limits, books that are friends
Thoughts on the explosive power of this moment on this week’s Letter from a Sacred Everyday Life.
The Explosive Power of This Moment
Regrets of the Past, Fears for the Future, and Surrendering Every Tense to God
Thoughts on seasons changing, motherhood, and bittersweet contentment...
Holding patterns, seasons of motherhood, bittersweet contentment, and Psalm 131
Two things to leave behind, two things to cling to for dear life.