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emily p. freeman

Creating space for your soul to breathe so you can discern your next right thing.

Let’s Share What We Learned This Fall

Welcome to What We Learned, where we pause to reflect on the past season before we move ahead into the future. At the end of this post, you’re invited to link up to your own list of what you learned this quarter – be it silly, serious, sacred, or just plain useful. I like to share a mix of all of those.

If you’re visiting for the first time from my podcast The Next Right Thing, welcome! We do this every quarter and will share our next list (What We Learned in Winter) on Wednesday February 28. Grab your free printable list here to help you keep track and plan to share with us then. Now you can also share your list on Instagram using #wwlcommunity.

Here are 10 things I learned this fall in no particular order.

1. Jennifer Garner is a delight on Instagram.

Some people you follow for inspiration. Others because they are your friend or you want to learn from them or their feed is just pretty.

 

But Jennifer Garner you follow because she is a DELIGHT. I’ve always liked her, but that doesn’t always translate into an interesting instagram account. Thank you Jamie B. Golden for being our social media boss and telling us to follow this fantastic human. Every single time she posts, I smile. Not like, in my heart kind of smile. I actually smile on my face.

 

2. In a world that seems drunk on power, this:

“The flourishing of the vulnerable depends on the vulnerability of the flourishing.”

— Andy Crouch, as quoted in Shrink by Tim Suttle

 

3. The role of faith in learning is real.

About half-way through my first semester of grad school, my professor Tim Keel encouraged our class not to become overwhelmed with all of our reading. “Don’t become anxious. Read by faith. Trust God will bring it back around when you need it.” It’s been years since I’ve been a student, so those words were a lifeline for me in that moment.

 

4. I am a weirdo who loves cloudy, foggy days.

I belive I would do well in London. When I wake up and the cul-de-sac is covered with a  thick blanket of fog, I can physically feel myself relax on the inside. And if the sun starts to burn it off later in the morning, I physically feel disappointed. It’s so strange. It’s happened all my life, but it wasn’t until this fall that I realized it and named it.

 

5. Dropbox is saving my life.

I save all of my files in Dropbox now and it is a game changer. Amy Porterfield taught me how to be organized in Dropbox in an online class I took of hers (it’s not rocket science but evidently I needed someone to teach me these things).

I didn’t realize how much low-grade anxiety was coming from my lack of file organization. But now look! All my podcast episodes lined up pretty.

 

6. Just because you’re good at something doesn’t mean you have to do it forever.

You guys. I said that in Episode 13: Quit Something. And you lost your minds. Not really, but when I put this image on instagram, here’s what happened:

In the years I’ve been on Instagram, this image got the most response, two-fold that of my second most responded to image. That’s something to pay attention to.

I’m sure there are various reasons, depending on who you are, why this statement resonated. But one reason could be that we live in a world that celebrates starting, producing, winning, and follow-through but there are precious few times where we are encouraged to stop, to quit, or to reconsider an endeavor. Being good at something does not obligate us to commit to it forever or at all. You can listen to the 17 minute episode right here: Quit Something.

 

7. When making decisions for your home, sometimes waiting is a decision.

For years I’ve known I wanted to do something different in our 1960s bathroom but I just didn’t know what I wanted to do. So I waited. And waited. And it was a low priority. A year or nine went by and this year, I’m finally realizing what I really like.

There are about forty tile options I love (just search “black and white” tile on the Google). This one is called Kenzzi Paloma 8×8 Premium Porcelain. And because you might ask, the shoes are Pons by Avarcas USA in Taupe.

P.S. This image is my second most liked ever on Instagram so you know, that says something about us, too. Ha!

8. Chili with cinnamon rolls is a thing.

I spent a week in Wichita, Kansas for my residency and at the retreat center they served chili with cinnamon rolls. Like, as part of the dinner, not as the dessert.

I thought it was so strange that I put it in an Instagram story (of course I did) and heard from so many people who grew up on this. And not just Kansas! I heard from Iowa, Missouri, Colorado, and Nebraska, too. They even served this combo in school cafeterias! Wow.

 

9. Jonathan Edwards was Aaron Burr’s grandfather.

I am sure everyone else knew this but I did not! And now that line in Wait for It make’s sense: “My grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher (preach-a, preach-a, preach-a) . . . ” Thank you, Hamilton soundtrack, for teaching me so much about Aaron Burr, sir.

10. Krispy Kreme gives a free donut for every report card A.

Never mind that donuts aren’t that expensive. This is so fun and I did not know this all this time! It almost makes me forgive them for their gross misuse of the letter K.

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How I Made A Hard Decision

I could also title this post When You Have An Idea For Something And It Turns Into A Big Decision You Need To Make And No One Can Make It For You And You Aren’t Sure If You Even Need To Make It Exactly And You Wish Someone Would Just Come Over And Tell You What To Do And Make You Cookies.

But that felt like an obnoxious choice. So we’ll go with this one.

About a year ago, I drove a few miles down the road to my college Alma mater, walked into the admissions building, and took a long, deep breath.

It smelled like initiative, angst, and Y2K.

I walked up to the open desk in the center of the building, the kind Ron Swanson’s nightmares are made of, and requested a copy of my transcript.

They gave it to me, I’m happy to report, but only after I paid a way-too-long-overdue parking ticket.

And then in late December of last year (that’s 2016 – yes it’s taken me this long to talk publicly about it) I applied and was accepted into a graduate program without much fanfare.

I even forgot to tell John that I got the acceptance letter until the next day.

I shared this news with my letter readers several months ago and their kind response gave me the courage to share it here.

One normal question people ask when they find out I enrolled in grad school is ooo, why?!

It’s a normal question, one I would ask you, too, if you told me the same thing.

Why are you going back to school?

And this, my friend, is the question that kept me up at night for weeks before I made my decision.

Why would I want to do this?! I have a job, a family, a full life already. What is the actual point?!

It’s the question that begged for an answer while I tried to decide what to do next.

I didn’t have a clear plan with bullet points, a job I wanted to get that required this degree, or even the cultural expectation you have when you decide to go to college the first time because “that’s just what you do.”

At my age, going to school again is not just what you do. Unless you have a specific reason, requirement, or end game.

I talked with my spiritual director about this back when I was still in the deciding phase and she said something I haven’t forgotten (which she does every single time I’m with her.)

“Our Western minds are trained to go down the path of explaining. We think if we can understand it, then we can control it.”

It’s true, don’t you think?

I am conditioned to believe the only reason we should do things is if we know exactly why, where we are headed, and for what purpose.

No wonder we have trouble making decisions.

If we don’t have clear answers or sure-things, then taking a big step like this feels like a risk at best, a wasteful mistake at worst.

If I understand it, then I can control it.

This is what I know: I feel a call to the deeper life with Jesus and with people, in my personal life and my ministry life and my business life.

I’m not choosing a degree path because I feel like something is missing, but because finally, I can see the whole.

And what my wholeheartedness has been telling me over the past few years is that I want to learn more about spiritual formation, I want to become more fully myself, and I want to do it alongside a community of people who want that, too.

As of now, I’ve finished my first class and my second one officially ends in two weeks. It has already been life-changing.

In a little less than two years from now, I’ll have my Masters in Spiritual Formation and Leadership.

I don’t call it going back to school. You can, that’s fine. But I just don’t.

Going back sounds like I missed something the first time around, so I have to go back and find my way again.

Instead, I think of it as going forward.

I’m going forward to school and it feels just right.

But, of course, there are things to learn and the curve is steep, not the least of which include my actual school work. I’m learning how to talk about this decision with people. I’m learning how to prioritize my time all over again. I’m learning how to walk with Jesus and discern my literal next step.

I’ve been keeping this one close to my heart for the past year but it felt like time to share it in this space. When you write on a blog for nearly 12 years, stuff eventually finds its way here. It’s only natural.

Things are shifting in me and not a lot has landed yet. But this degree program is the next right thing for me for some reasons I know and some that I don’t.

If I am super honest?

One reason I’ve kept this quiet is because it feels sacred, in a way. I couldn’t bear to be part of the “women going to seminary/grad school as they get older” conversation that seems to be happening in places on the Internet.

I just want to take my next right step with Jesus and not have it be click-bait.

So there you have it. I’m figuring out how to do my job and be a mom and love John and serve at church and host a podcast and brainstorm my next book and go to school at the same time.

It’s a challenge and a lot but I have to tell you that I love it. I’ve cried and stayed up too late and gotten up way early and I’m figuring it out.

One immediate result of this should-I-or-shouldn’t-I decision making process is the podcast I started.

Because I was so worked up about making a wrong decision that it nearly paralyzed me from being able to make any decision at all.

So I started to write about that and it turned into a podcast for the second-guessers, the chronically hesitant, and anyone who suffers from decision fatigue.

I have released an episode every Tuesday for the last three months, but I’ve hardly written a blog post in that time.

It’s the perfect example of how our yeses come with some automatic nos.

So I’m falling in love with new things, with saying my words to you rather than writing them for a while.

This isn’t an announcement that I’m not writing anymore. I will always be writing.

Instead, this is a note to let you in on some things happening beneath the surface.

All of that, I trust, will make the writing better in time.

Meanwhile, my Mondays have looked exactly the same for the past three months: get the kids to school, head to my office, draft an episode of The Next Right Thing, record it, edit it, prepare it for posting on Tuesdays, the end.

It’s become a kind of liturgy for me, something I do with my whole body, in a way.

When I talk into the microphone, I actually feel like I’m talking to you. I move my hands way too much and have to edit out lots of extra sound because of all that movement.

But I love it, I just love it. And so I’m trying this, for now.

We’ll see what might be next.

I tell you all this because I want you to be in on it. I also tell you on the off chance you have a thing you’re carrying, too.

Maybe it’s something you’re thinking about pursuing, starting, making, finishing, or traveling to. But you don’t see the clear path, the end game, or the five year plan.

Is there something you need to go forward to, too?

Is there a path you’ve had your eye on but just aren’t quite sure?

Be gentle with yourself.

Get still.

Stop talking.

Pause the constant questioning of everyone else’s opinion.

Now hold that thing, whatever it is, in your mind.

Pay attention to your body and your soul – does it rise or does it fall?

Here’s something I do before every hard decision and this practice has often been a lantern on a dark path for me.

May it be so for you as well.

If you receive my monthly letter, you’ve already known about this new development in my life for months now and I want to thank you again for your kind response when I shared this with you. I always share news with my letter friends first. Want to get on that list? Just add your name right here.

Filed Under: faith, lifestyle, vocation

A Different Path of Totality

There was a time not so long ago when I felt embarrassed by how excited I get when I see a low, full moon. But missing the total eclipse back in August (because our town wasn’t in the Path of Totality) helped me to realize the importance of  paying attention to the things in the world that poke my soul awake and to put myself in their path on purpose when I can.

I was one re-size and cut click away from cropping out the BP from this image, but at the last minute decided against it.

The full morning moon is a wonder, made even more so by the ordinary and regular things that live beneath it.

I have to remind myself sometime stop look at life with a wider angle. It all counts. It is all part of our formation – the light, the dark, and all the dim space in between.

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Let’s Share What We Learned This Summer

Welcome to What We Learned, where we pause to reflect on the past season before we move ahead into the future. At the end of this post, you’re invited to link up to your own list of what you learned this quarter – be it silly, serious, sacred, or just plain useful. I like to share a mix of all of those.

What We Learned Summer 2017

If you’re visiting for the first time from my podcast The Next Right Thing, welcome! We do this every quarter and will share our next list (What We Learned in Fall) on Thursday November 30. Grab your free printable list here to help you keep track and plan to share with us then.

Here are 10 things I learned this summer in no particular order.

 

1. It’s no good to save your abilities for later.

“Very often people seem afraid to put their own capabilities to use, as though one could save one’s abilities and draw interest on them.” – Eleanor Roosevelt

This line in Eleanor Roosevelt’s little book, You Learn by Living stuck with me. The more I study the intersection of faith and creativity, the more I see how fear keeps people from moving toward what makes us come alive. Following your desire and calling is not a selfish endeavor. It’s vital to the Body of Christ.

You Learn By Living

2. The Popcast is better than People magazine.

I’ve been listening to The Popcast for a while now, but this summer has sealed the deal for me: I officially choose Knox and Jamie over People magazine for my pop culture news. I knew this when, on an airplane, I had a crisp new People right there in my hand and I chose to listen to The Popcast instead.

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Knox McCoy, Kendra Adachi, me, and Jamie B. Golden

If you like strong opinions on “things that entertain but do not matter” listen and subscribe to The Popcast now. Like, right now.

 

3. It’s MANwich, not Mamwich.

My entire childhood history has shifted on its axis this summer when I finally read the can of sloppy Joe sauce – John! Wait! It’s MAN-wich. Like a sandwich for a MAN?!

Uh, yeah.

Wait, WHAT?! I thought it was MAM-wich. Always. Forever! It’s always been MAM-wich right? 

Nope.

Hold please while I re-think everything.

 

 

4. Schmidt was on Gilmore Girls.

Schmidt from New Girl (Max Greenfield) appeared Gilmore Girls Season 4 Episode 4 “Chicken or Beef?” I was re-watching and heard a familiar albeit slightly higher pitched voice. It’s Schmidt!

schmidt on gilmore girls

 

5. A 93.8% eclipse is not the same as a 100% eclipse.

I knew this. But I learned it first-hand this summer, as reflected in this post I wrote: For All the Sad Americans Who Missed the Total Eclipse.

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6. When you see the quiet faith of a woman who is 104, it changes you.

Visiting John’s grandmother in Memphis this summer was a gift. She’s adorable, quick-witted and remarkably present. She drives, lives by herself, goes to Wal-Mart, teaches 1st grade Sunday school.

And she is 104.

She is kind of a miracle. Or a unicorn. Or both.

Listening to her talk simply about her faith in Jesus brought tears to my eyes, over and over again. Upon reflection, I realized why.

It’s because we are a generation of tired people, longing to see evidence that what we wait for in secret is worth it.

We believe and want help in our unbelief.

Our souls make quiet work of always scanning for truth. When we find it, the tears spill over and take us by surprise.

 

7. Collections makes Instagram more fun + useful.

I learned by accident what most of you have probably known for a hundred years: that when you see a photo on Instagram you can not only bookmark it and save it (I’ve known that for a while) but if you hold down the bookmark icon on the photo, your collections pop up at the bottom of the screen and you can file it immediately! Saves so many steps.

Instagram Tips

8. Don’t expect your ideas to explain themselves. That’s not their job.

This is something I’ve been learning for the last three years or so, but I continue to learn it on new levels. Ideas won’t tell you what they are, where they came from, or what they want to become. That’s not their job.

Instead, they simply present themselves and it’s our job to figure out what to do with them. I share more about this process in 8 Ways to Start a Project Even When You Don’t Know What You’re Doing.

 

9. What bothers you is the beginning of redemption. It’s the first step to admitting something is wrong.

Without discomfort, there is no change. In the face of heartbreak, division, longing, confusion, racial tension, terrorism and actual white supremacy, it’s more important than ever for us to be who we uniquely are in Christ.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

Let’s be people who are bothered and let it wake us up to action, to movement, and to bear God’s image in the world.

 

10. How to record, edit, and launch a podcast.

image via The Blissful Willow on instagram
image via The Blissful Willow on instagram

I learned that this summer – learned how to record, edit, and launch a podcast. That’s the technical part, though. Really, I learned how to start before I’m ready, how to move even when I’m not sure where I’m going, and how to do the next right thing in love. I’m 5 episodes in and am loving it so far.

You can listen to The Next Right Thing right here (just click on the episode you want) or subscribe in iTunes, SoundCloud or Stitcher.

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I keep track of what I’m learning by using my seasonal reflection lists. You can get your own printable lists for tracking your reflections by signing up right here. If you’re new around here and want to know what, how, and tools to track what you’re learning, check out A New Page for Your Bullet Journal.

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For All the Sad Americans Who Missed the Total Eclipse

It started with Halley’s comet, it must have.

It was 1986 and Mom and her friend Irene took me and my sister out to the field beside our Indiana church in the middle of the night. I only remember the cold and the darkness. The comet, if I even actually saw it, was underwhelming.

But it didn’t matter. The grown ups said this was a big deal and I believed them.

I’ve been believing them ever since.

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When my sister told me about the total eclipse a while back, I started to make plans to get myself into The Path of Totality because of course. We live about a three hour drive from both Columbia and Greenville, South Carolina, two cities directly in the path.

Of course I was going to drive to see this. I’ve driven for less than this.

I’ll drive out of our tree-filled neighborhood at bedtime on the night of a full moon just to catch a glimpse.

I drove around Santa Barbara in the dark every morning for four days while visiting just to see the sun rise over and over again.

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When we go to the beach every summer, John and I wake up before dawn so we can drag our beach chairs through the sand and watch the sun rise up over the water, the regular sun on her regular path.

My family knows if the sun is setting or the moon is rising, it’s fair game that I might pull over to the roadside to catch a glimpse or a photo.

When the moon is blood, strawberry, full or crescent, I want to see it and am always delighted by it.

Summer and winter solstice are my twin muses, the longest day and the shortest day ushering me into reflection with their shadows and light.

When the space station flies over our cul-de-sac, we track it.

If we’re in a dark part of town, I look up to see the stars.

My blog for years was called Chatting at the Sky. Annoying, but also telling.

For a woman who so loves the sky, I’ve still never seen the Milky Way, the Northern Lights, or a total solar eclipse.

This was my chance.

But it wasn’t to be.

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A weekend of travel and a Monday night school open house left little room for our family to drive six hours in one day and make it back in time. There was much conversation around this. There may have been tears on my end. I may have reverted back to being a child and stomping my feet.

I may not have. You’ll never know.

I made my precarious peace with it and on the day of the eclipse, we headed out to a local field to take in the 94 percent partial eclipse we would get in our own hometown.

Not the same, but something.

“Seeing a partial eclipse bears the same relation to seeing a total eclipse as kissing a man does to marrying him, or as flying in an airplane does to falling out of an airplane.

Although the one experience precedes the other, it in no way prepares you for it. During a partial eclipse the sky does not darken—not even when 94 percent of the sun is hidden.”

– Annie Dillard, Total Eclipse

This I know for sure.

Still we headed out and pitched our chairs.

But when the clouds rolled in just before the eclipse started and the rain began to fall, my heart sank all the way down. The total eclipse was already lost to me and now we wouldn’t even get a partial?

Oh no sir.

I convinced my family to jump in the car and head south. Follow that patch of blue sky! With my sister-in-law and her family behind us and another friend and her daughter behind them, we rode down the highway three cars deep in the yellow, fading light.

Ten minutes out of town, we made it to sunlight, pulled over in a gas station parking lot and yanked out our glasses.

During a partial solar eclipse back in tenth grade, our Spanish teacher let us go outside but warned us to not dare look up, so this was my first time seeing an eclipse with my own eyes through glasses.

And still, it was surprising to see. Oh, they’re right. It really is happening.

partial eclipse NC

We shared our glasses and squeals of delight, and decided to find a better place to watch the whole thing. We hopped back in the cars and found a patch of sunny grass a bit down the road, a line of cars already stopped, all eyes trained on the sky.

Just as it should be.

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Watching the whole thing unfold was a gift.

And even though it never got dark, it did get dim, a yellow I’ve not quite seen before. We felt the temperature drop and kept blinking our eyes, adjusting to the strange light spilling onto the world.

The darkening was only gradual for those of us standing beneath the 94% partial eclipse. And that was all we got – a gradual dimness giving way to a gradual light.

This time, we take the show we got. And though it wasn’t totality, it still happened.

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I try to imagine in my mind what it was like for those of you in the path of totality, close my eyes and try to give life to what I’ve read and the photos I’ve seen.

I’ve watched countless videos online, but everyone says there’s no way to capture it with a camera. I know you have to be there to know what it’s like and I kind of love that about it.

Turns out God still makes things we can’t capture on Instagram. How about that?

Still, we try. And I’m glad for that, too.

Watching one of Sarah Jessica Parker’s instagram videos (one of my favorites so far – there are three so watch them all) you can hear her say just after totality, “Oh this is so humbling.”

And it is, for all of us.

Because even if we weren’t able to see it with our very own two eyes, just the fact that it happens at all is a humbling experience.

There was no delay and no hurry.

There was no celebrity who could outshine it, no amount of money that could control it, no power that could stop it, and no politician who could take credit for it.

No one could vote for or against.

We could only bear witness.

For a few hours on a Monday in August, that’s what we did here in the United States and I just loved it. But I have to admit, I’m sad to have missed the total eclipse.

It feels silly and childish to admit, but there it is.

For me this week, the disappointment is real, but the deeper question is why. It’s one thing to admit when we feel let down, but it’s another to let our disappointment lead us to our center and enter further fellowship with God.

I’m learning not to discount or throw away those times when I feel left out or let down. So I took some time this week to consider the question beneath the question.

For those of you into personality typing systems, I’m an enneagram four and an INFJ on the Meyers-Briggs, so I live in a world full of meaning, connection, and possibility. I pay attention and intuit what’s going on beneath the surface of things. I value beauty and wonder and at my best, I have the ability to take an experience and put it into language the soul can understand, process, and apply.

But the shadow side of all of that goodness is I also have a tendency to be dramatic, self-obsessed, full of shame, and a stubborn belief in the false narrative in my head that I’m missing something vital I need for life.

And worse, everyone else has it.

And oh yeah, they’re all in on the secret and I’m the punchline.

It’s dark and weird and self-indlugent, but missing that path of totality somehow touched on that for me. As I’ve thought about it, I realize that creation is one way I experience God and understand life. And missing that cool experience felt a bit like God passed by in the world and I was on the wrong end of I-85.

That isn’t true, of course. But that’s where the disappointment comes from. Creation and all of the mysterious beauty within it is life-giving. While it isn’t healthy to demand all our experiences be life-giving, it’s important to pay attention to them when we recognize them. I don’t think we do that enough.

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But here’s something I’m loving: watching all the videos online of people who were in the path. I cannot get enough! It touches me to my core to see everyone respond the same way no matter your gender, age, race or status.

If you’re feeling a little sad over missing the total eclipse, it could help to ask yourself why.

As for me, I’ve been reminded that God is with me, even in this small disappointment. He’s always inviting us deeper in and further on, willing to let even the silliest things draw us closer to him.

And while I’ve always known I love the sky and the light and shadows that dance above us everyday, now I’m taking it all a bit more to heart, making a list of things I’d still like to see simply because they bring me joy.

Next time our country experiences a total eclipse, I’m planning to get myself and my people to the path of totality. We’ll save our approved glasses, take our colanders to look at the shadow bands in dappled light, and hope for a clear day in Indiana in April 2024.

The Next Right ThingWant help to discern what is life-giving in your own life?

This week’s episode of my podcast The Next Right Thing could help you do just that.

Listen in to “Make the Most Important List” right here or download a transcript of the episode.

Filed Under: faith, Personality

8 Ways to Start A Project (Even If You Feel Clueless)

Over the last two years, a project has been quietly rising up in me. At first I was unaware of it, then I was open to it, and eventually it was straight up maddening that I couldn’t figure out what it wanted to be.

I hinted at it here on the blog in various ways not because I was trying to be coy, but because hints were all I had. It was beyond frustrating and uncomfortable to have ideas with little to no form. It was only about two months ago that I realized, Oh. This idea I have had that I thought might be a book is actually, quite clearly a podcast. 

And so I set out treating it that way and it smiled and grew and responded to my attention and surprise of all surprises, I can’t believe I didn’t see it all along.

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That’s how art works sometimes. It swirls and teases, sparkles and flirts and just when you get excited about it, it gets moody and squirmy and accuses you of not understanding.

What once felt like a playful dance morphs fast into drama.

If only the work of art would come in outline form, predictable and linear, then the creative process would be much less grueling. But that would be less satisfying and require zero transformation or faith.

So here is a post about how that idea I thought might be a book is actually quite happy as a podcast.

Really, though, it’s a post about how creative ideas work and how we must move forward with them even when we don’t know what we’re doing.

I will tell you the story for the sake of your project and not my own. Wherever you are in the midst of your own creation, perhaps these heartfelt tips will be of some encouragement to you if you are waiting for a stubborn project to take shape.

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Two years ago this very week, my book Simply Tuesday released into the world. It was a book I am proud of and still love to this day (authors can’t always say this and so for now, I am grateful).Simply Tuesday

image credit: barrier photography

That book was part of my second book contract, both of which were two book deals. So by the time I finished Simply Tuesday, I had written and released a total of four books, fulfilling my contractual obligations for book-writing up to that point.

It also marked the end of six full years of the book proposal pitching, writing, editing, revising, launching, and promoting cycle that I had worked through four times over.

I obviously knew that end time was coming and I welcomed it with imaginary flowers and dancing and confetti and the joy of the light of a thousand suns. My soul was desperate for a break from long-form writing and I couldn’t wait to work on whatever I wanted. Or nothing at all.

While I did a lot of promotional work for the book during the fall of 2015, I was grateful I was not also working on a fifth book. As many authors do, every other time I had launched a book, I always had one eye on the next one, despite the difficulty of creating a new book while promoting an old one.

Needless to say, that fall season I was grateful for the singular focus on Simply Tuesday, the lighter writing schedule that satisfying a contract brought, and for the opportunity to practice what I had just spent two years writing about – to celebrate my smallness.

 

1. Your vocation demands you remain open even if the timing is off. (And the timing is almost always off.)

The first step toward starting a project even when you don’t know what you’re doing is this: understand the nature of the work you do means  that you can’t control when ideas might come. You can save them, steward them, and even tell them no, but you cannot keep them from showing up at your doorstep just because you’re taking a break.

Clearly I wasn’t looking for a new idea, not yet anyway.

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Four months after Simply Tuesday released, my friend and worship director at our church Michael VanPatter asked me to read a Wendell Berry poem for a Christmas service at church. I have an idea for our service, he said, and I hope you might be willing to help.

He wanted to compose a piece of music as a soundtrack to a poetry reading and asked if I would read the poem. For it to work, it needs to be read thoughtfully and, well…poetically. Which is why I thought of you.

Of course I said yes and was glad to do it. (As an aside, let me just point out the obvious – he composed a piece of music to be played behind the poem so, let’s be real: the true beauty of that offering was the music, not my reading.)

The format was meaningful to me personally and later, people told me they had the same experience.

By this time, I also served on the scripture reading team at church and was already becoming smitten with the spoken word.

I signed up for an Audible account and began listening to audio books. I subscribed to more podcasts and listened on the go.

Podcasting was obviously not a new idea. I’d been listening to them for years and even participated in one for hope*writers with my co-founders. But that podcast was specifically for writers and the writing life and I didn’t do any of the technical work for it. I literally showed up, talked into a microphone, and left all the actual work to my Dad, our podcast producer.

I paid attention to how much I enjoyed reading that poem at Christmas. And I thought how wonderful it would be if someone would read to me everyday while music played in the background. Kind of a crazy idea, but there you go.

2. Don’t expect your ideas to explain themselves. That’s not their job.

I don’t know any other way to say this (but I think if you are a maker, you get it). New ideas start out like tiny gremlins. That’s the word I use in my head, though when I look up “gremlin” it’s defined as imaginary mischievous sprite regarded as responsible for an unexplained problem or fault, especially a mechanical or electronic one.

Now that I think of it, that’s exactly the right word.

Idea gremlins show up and disrupt the soul without explanation. If you try to figure them out before it’s time, it will only end in frustration. Instead, let them come. Let them dance. Let them turn over some tables. See what they have to say without demanding they have a reason.

Try not to get too fussy about it.

The idea gremlins aren’t the problem. Our expectation that the gremlins come with clarity is the real problem. Instead of forcing an explanation, receive them for what they are and turn to your Father to sort them out with you.

 

3. Understand that clarity cannot be rushed.

It’s a direct quote from Marie Forleo and ever since she said it, I write those four words everywhere: Clarity cannot be rushed. I am guilty of clarity worship and I don’t think I’m alone.

Sometimes when the right words won’t come, or the idea remains unexplored, I experience temporary amnesia, forgetting how an inability to express an idea or experience does not render it meaningless. It simply means I need more time. I go through seasons of forgetting this, but I always come back around to believe it again.

“As a people, we are not comfortable with waiting. We see it as wasted time and try to avoid it, or at least film it with trivial busyness. We value action for its own sake. It is hard to trust in the slow work of God.”

-Margaret Guenther, Holy Listening

In this particular story I’m telling, at the time these audio ideas started to form, I was happy to wait. Remember, I knew this season of slowness and rest was coming. I was glad for it, welcomed it, and hoped for it to be a year of listening and discerning what was next.

But when Christmas came and went and we moved into late spring and I still wasn’t working on anything and I still had this growing love of the audio format but didn’t know what to do with it, my patient listening slowly began to morph into a frustrated tapping.

I had this unequivocal sense that I needed to wait on it, like a hand is stretched out in front of me.

In the past, I described this wait like a mom who hit the brakes too hard at the stoplight and her arm instinctively stretches across the passenger seat.

Like that, but less frantic. More gentle.

It was clear I needed to wait longer. It wasn’t clear why.

As I paid attention to what was resonating with me, audio came up again and again. But I didn’t know what to do with it.

Obviously I thought of doing a podcast. It wasn’t like that didn’t come up in my mind. But you can’t just start a podcast for no reason with nothing to say. I mean, you can (and lots of people do, I suppose) but I needed to figure out what the gift was first and then decide what would be the best wrapping.

 

4. Create a small version.

If you want to write a book, write one scene and see how it sits. If you want to write a curriculum, gather a group for one night at your house to talk about the subject you want to teach.

Do it small and do it soon.

Some may call this validating your idea. That’s formal, though. Instead, I just call it Try Something While The Risk Is Low To See If You Like It And If The People Get It.

And so with my growing crush on audio formats combined with my forever mantra to help create space for the soul to breathe, I realized I just needed to move already.

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And this is where it might seem like I’m contradicting myself. Because while it’s true that clarity cannot be rushed, it is also true that it doesn’t mean we have to wait for clarity before we move.

In fact, any meaning full work I’ve ever created has almost always started out in fog. The clarity can’t be rushed, so sometimes means we have to move without it.

Let it come when it comes. Meanwhile, get to work.

Here is where self-awareness is key. Here is where we need to develop our creative instinct and spiritual intuition, which is why paying attention to our inner life is so important.

If we’re going to bring forth creative work into the world, we have to be able to discern the difference between sacred waiting and scared waiting.

For months, in prayer and listening, I wanted to move but it wasn’t time. I believe that waiting period was a sacred time of letting the seed take root in the dark.

And then by late spring, it was time to move even though I didn’t know where I was going. It was just time. My instinct kicked in, and I couldn’t just wait for the thing to present itself anymore. I had to chase it down.

What this looked like was a short audio devotional series called 7 Days of Still Moments. It was low risk in many ways because it had a beginning and an ending, only my readers would see it, and I could create it once and share it forever. Or never.

I thought maybe this 7-day offering would quiet the idea gremlins. It did not. If anything, it made them louder.

Soon after that, I created and launched my first online course (twice, actually) and I loved every single minute of it. But my favorite part was a bonus audio offering I made to accompany the course called The Quiet Collection, a 20-day prayer and reflection series for to help set your mind before starting your work.

Once again, I thought this would get audio out of my system. And once again, I was wrong.

 

5. Talk it out and take good notes.

This is essential.

If you want to finish (or start) a project that has no name, no structure, no package, and is basically invisible except inside your head, it’s imperative to get talking and listen to feedback.

(And all the verbal processors say duh!) But for those of us who tend to process internally, talking it out doesn’t always occur to us.

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Up to this point, I had made two audio collections, but the audio gremlins were still on my back (have I freaked you out by talking about gremlins so much? I’m so sorry.)

From the summer 2016 to the beginning of this very summer of 2017, I talked myself sick about this audio idea. I talked with my husband John, with my boss lady bestie Kendra, with my sister, my radio professional Dad, and my business partner and marketing guru friend Brian Dixon.

I also did a lot of listening, to what they said of course and also to what many of you said. Thousands of you signed up for that 7 day audio series and I received many emails requesting more. Of the several hundred students who took my online course, many told me The Quiet Collection bonus content was rich and transformational for their work.

If you have a project and you don’t know where to start, one thing to do is start talking. Pick someone who knows you well and also understands your work and tell them what you’re thinking even if it doesn’t make sense.

If you work online or have access to your readers or customers, talk to them too. And then take good notes when they talk back.

 

6. Let your life lead.

Meanwhile, over the past year, my family had an unusual amount of decisions we needed to make.

They seemed endless, rolling into our lives like the waves at high tide. Just one of those decisions wouldn’t have been so overwhelming, but opportunity and circumstance kept demanding we hold two things in our hands and choose one.

And another one.

And another one.

And another one.

It started to wear me out, to seep into other parts of life, to distract me from work and sleep. During those months of indecision, more than anything I wanted clarity, wisdom, and direction. Some days I leaned hard into Jesus, other days I made pro/con lists like a crazy person. Lots of them.

One thing became clear above the rest, though: I am more open to hearing God when I am in the uncomfortable space of an unmade decision.

Realizing this about six months ago, combined with the fact that I am a writer, I wanted to explore how indecision can actually be a doorway to union with Christ, a key element in our spiritual formation. For months, I thought that would be my next book. Not necessarily soon, but when the time came to write long-form again.

I started to take notes with that lens, that this decision idea would eventually become a book.

The Next Right Thing

But my words only came in fits and starts. It didn’t feel the same as the book ideas I’ve had in the past. It felt just as alive within me as the others did, but instead of coming to me in written words, the ideas kept wanting to be spoken.

And then one day in June (this June!), after holding this stubborn audio idea for nearly two years and after six months of taking notes on what I thought would be a book, it sort of came to me.

Oh. I think these two different ideas are actually one idea. I think this book is a podcast.

 

7. Creativity before technology.

If your project involves some sort of learning – for me a podcast involved a ton of technology, resist the urge to learn the tech first.

Instead, you have to fall in love with your idea. B.J. Novak calls this the blue sky period and so that’s what I’ve started calling it, too.

Now that I realized this idea wanted to be a podcast, I brainstormed episode ideas, played around with segments, imagined how I wanted a listener to feel during and after listening, and spent hours looking for the right music. I did all that before I knew how to technically create a podcast.

When the technology became overwhelming, I had already done too much ground work to quit. In short, I was far too committed to the creative part of this idea to abandoned it simply because the technical steps were difficult.

Know the beauty of what you want to offer first – it will carry you through the dark alley of learning the technology.

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8. Do the next right thing.

Well you know I love this one.

This was my mantra for the past few years. Simply do the next right thing that makes sense. Do it with Jesus. Do it in love. Sometimes that will look like nothing, like waiting and listening and tapping your foot.

Eventually, it will look like a deadline and doing the tiniest next right thing you know to do that will move you one step forward to that deadline. It’s both gentle and brutal, patient and relentless.

When it’s time to move, move. Don’t wait for permission. Quiet the critic, celebrate your baby steps, and be okay with what you don’t yet know. Trust it will come in time.

P.S. I’m happy to report an update: those idea gremlins I mentioned? They are now quiet and smiling.

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There’s more to this story, of course. More that has happened, other ideas that have rooted, budded, and bloomed that aren’t ready to be shared yet. I’ve said what I hope will be enough to help you take your own next right step toward that project you want to work on even if you don’t know what you’re doing.

The Next Right ThingIf you have an idea for something but you don’t know how to move on it, this post is my way-too-long plea to you not to give up on it.

If you need encouragement or direction to discern what your next right thing might be, well I’ve got a podcast for that. Hehe.

We released a 4 minute introduction last week that you can listen to now and this week we’ll release the first two episodes, where I’ll offer a short reflection and one simple action that might help you to discern your own next right step.

Listen and subscribe on iTunes, SoundCloud –  basically wherever you can listen to podcasts.

If you want more help to start your project, I’ve created a free resource for you called The Maker’s Toolkit: A Soulful Way to Start Any Project in in 15 minutes or Less. Sign up below and you’ll receive it in your inbox where you can print it out and start your work right this very moment.

 

 

Filed Under: art, podcast, The Next Right Thing, vocation

Do This Before You Go On Vacation

Vacation

When I was a kid, vacation meant packing up the Barbies in their bathing suits, driving a mile to Grandma Morland’s house, and dipping their plastic feet in her blow up swimming pool.

It meant fun dip at the public pool and sprinklers in the backyard.

Maybe once or twice, it meant driving 30 minutes outside our small Indiana town to Brown County State Park and pitching a tent for the night.

In other words, we pretty much didn’t take vacations.

But none of my friends did either as far as I knew. It wasn’t a thing.

Now, though, John and I take the kids to the beach every year right when school lets out. We meet his mom, his brother, his sister, and all their spouses and kids, too. We stay in a house right on the coast and spend the week with bikes and ice cream and as much time in or near water as is possible.

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The luxury of this is not lost on me.

Still, we all know vacation does not necessarily mean rest and the weeks leading up to leaving can be filled with so much running around and preparation that by the time you get to your destination, you wonder if it was all worth it.

It is always worth it. But sometimes it takes a few days to settle in.

This year was the smoothest transition from regular life to vacation life yet and I know exactly why. It’s because John wrote a Vacation Primer for the Soul and we both started it before we left.

As it turns out, I can pre-shop, pre-pack, and prepare for every possible scenario, but if I neglect my soul heading into vacation, I’ll be in a funk no matter what.

I loved this idea of a vacation primer so much I forced and coerced John to make it available to you as well.

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The five page primer includes:

  • A pre-trip prayer
  • A mindset shift before you go
  • A simple reading from scripture
  • Tips for family conversation
  • An evening prayer to close each night of your trip

Simply click the button below to download this free Vacation Primer for your Soul and it will land in your inbox for easy reading and printing.

John and Emily FreemanMy husband John is the director of a local non-profit called Grace Discipleship where he offers soul care for young men, families, and pastors through curious listening and spiritual friendship.

One of these days I will tell you all the beautiful ways God is moving in and around this hidden, local work John does everyday.

For now, if you want to learn more you can visit Grace Discipleship right here.

 

Filed Under: family, freedom, marriage, rest

How to Wait Well

All waiting is not created equal. This I know for sure.

In one way or another we are all waiting for something right now. We go to work and the grocery store, have casual conversations about summer plans and the unseasonable weather. But on the inside, we sit alone in our waiting rooms, always with an eye toward that door that keeps not opening.

How to Wait Well

It will never make a headline, but with so many of us here it feels important to talk about.

I’ll attempt to put words on the movement that happens within us while we’re busy doing other things. I can’t help it. I’m compelled. So here we go again.

 

The Kind of Waiting We Talk About

Each morning, we wake to the sound of waves hitting the beach. The kids won’t wake up for hours so we grab coffee and fold up chairs we brought from home, walk down to the shore and face east.

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The waiting here is easy. We know that sun will rise.

What a luxury to wait for something to happen that you know will happen. We learned this in kindergarten – to wait in line, wait your turn, wait for Christmas – all those things had the end built in. We understood the exchange. We will have patience, and then we will get our reward in time.

There is growth in this kind of waiting, to be sure. It takes maturity that we aren’t born with to learn to wait for results, outcomes, and the passing of time.

So we make paper chains to count down the days, watch the dough rise through the oven door, set our clocks to wake for when morning finally comes.

This waiting is a function of time and time will always pass.

Still, just because you know the wait will come to an end doesn’t make it easy.

 

The Kind of Waiting That Sneaks Up On You

Sometimes you don’t realize you’re waiting until you’re almost through it. I would say this is a good thing, except the unawareness of the waiting can often manifest itself in strange ways: irritability, restlessness, or indecision to name a few.

Ask me how I know.

My entire year of 39 I was waiting to turn 40. I didn’t realize it until just before my birthday, but the anxiety, the questions, the second-guessing, the strange new fears — once my birthday passed all of that went with it.

Oh, I realized. I have been holding my breath.

 

The Kind of Waiting We Don’t Talk About

But what about waiting for results when results aren’t guaranteed?

This is the kind that can break your heart because it doesn’t come with arrows or endpoints.

This kind of waiting is a perpetual bachelor. He shows up in your life a mysterious stranger, giving hints and hopes about the future but never making any promises.

This may or may not be. You’ll just have to wait and see.

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The kind of waiting that’s easy to talk about is the kind we can measure in time. And while it’s true we can’t control time or make it tick by faster, at least it has a track record. It will pass.

Some waiting leads only to more waiting. Or worse, builds up then fizzles out.

And this doesn’t mean we aren’t moving. It does mean we may be waiting for something and moving toward something that may never come to be, even while we hope.

On the one hand, this feels like terrible news.

But there is another hand.

 

The Kind of Wait That Needs to Stop

Once the sun comes up, we make our way back to the beach house, refill our mugs, settle in on the porch and face the waves again, this time from a distance.

The pine trees offer shade from the sun, rising higher in the sky as we read. A squirrel scurries up the skinny trunk in front of us, takes aim at a branch on a nearby tree, flings himself through the air, nearly missing. He lands without falling but not without fanfare.

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But the next morning, we see another squirrel do this same routine: climb the skinny trunk, aim toward the branch, fly, nearly miss, catch and continue on with his climb.

It occurs to me that this is either the same squirrel or it’s what they all do in that one spot.

What looks to me like a near miss is actually routine. What seems to be a miscalculation is a regular part of the plan.

Progress looked sloppy and not well-thought out. But it didn’t have to be because that squirrel made that jump every single day.

Maybe that sloppy jump was not a poor decision. Maybe it was the only way across.

For the past two years I’ve been waiting, the kind where you don’t have any guarantees that what you’re waiting for will actually happen.

As much as I could, I cleared the decks. Said no to a lot. Gave myself space to listen for good timing and just rights. I took some deep breaths. I’ve tried to do only the essential.

I entered into this waiting season willingly, anticipating long walks, silent space, listening, and deepening. The deepening has happened to be sure, but not in the ways I expected.

Though I wanted it, this liminal space did not come to me gently. I scheduled the stillness and proceeded to fidget and twitch my way through it. I invited the silence and then interrogated her when she showed up on my doorstep. Why are you here? Why aren’t you saying anything?!

The Spiritual Discipline of Waiting

While I’ve cut out a lot of activity, I’m discovering the words of Leighton Ford to be true, that the secret to living in a busy world “is not at the circumference (merely reducing our activities) but at the center (refocusing our heart).”

The particular season of waiting I have been in is coming to a close, I can feel it. In the past few months, I’ve made decisions, turned away from closed doors, taken steps and discerned plans. Here in the middle of a quiet, mostly still summer month, I anticipate the months to come and see they will be different.

There will be new challenges, both creatively and personally.

There will be new partnerships which is not something I enter into naturally or without fear, but am excited for all the same.

Once again, results are not guaranteed.

I want my leaps to be thoughtful, measured, well-planned. Sometimes that works out, but if I wait for that as the only way to move, I may be waiting past my queue.

Sometimes when I think I’m waiting on God, it turns out he’s waiting on me.

 

Waiting as a Way of Life

As we move through our seasons of waiting, is it possible to learn to wait well?

John’s grandmother (we call her Budder) turned 104 a few weeks ago. I’ve written of her before, way back when she turned 100 (you can read 100 Years of Budder right here).

John and Budder

We traveled to Memphis to spend some time with her last week and for a few minutes on the fourth of July, John asked her a handful of questions and the conversation gently led back to the Lord. It always does with Budder.

We didn’t ask her about waiting, didn’t lead the question. But evidently it’s something she thinks about a lot on her own. As we talked, she said this:

“Everyday I get such a pleasure and a strengthening from a little verse that says, His steps are with you. What I’m trying to make myself do is remember that little verse that says, Wait on the Lord.”

I shared some of this conversation we had with Budder on Instagram and I received more messages from this short series of videos than I’ve ever received when I’ve shared stories on Instagram.

Listen, I’m talking hundreds of messages from you, responding to her words. I’ve since wondered about why it resonated with so many of us.

She’s adorable, quick-witted and remarkably present for 104. She drives, lives by herself, goes to Wal-Mart, teaches 1st graders Sunday school. She is kind of a miracle. Or a unicorn. Or both.

Her husband died of a stroke when he was only 54, leaving her to parent their four boys alone. Budder never remarried, living on her own for the next 55 years. The sorrow she has she carries in secret and if she ever held grudges, she released them decades ago.

I look at her life, a woman who has buried both a husband and a son, lived through  two World Wars,  seen the election of 18 presidents with all of their triumphs and scandals.

She has lived long and she has lived faithful.

I think that’s what you saw in her. Yes, it’s her personality, her southern accent, and her humor. But mostly, it’s her faith.

We are a generation of tired people, longing to see evidence that what we wait for in secret is worth it. 

We believe and want help in our unbelief.

Our souls make quiet work of always scanning for truth. When we find it, the tears spill over and take us by surprise.

 

What All Waiting Has in Common

Down the road from Budder’s is a house that over 20 million people have visited since it opened to the public: Graceland, the Memphis home of Elvis Presley.

Graceland

I could tell you about the mirrored staircase, the peacock stained glass in the living room, the oddly delightful jungle room, the spotless 1970s kitchen, but with over 20 million people visiting this house, chances are you’ve seen all that yourself or at least heard about it.

What struck me while walking through the house where Elvis lived is, how in spite of all his achievements, awards, money, accolades, and success, he still died in his upstairs bathroom: young, sick, exhausted, and divorced.

Budder was born twenty-two years before Elvis and has lived forty years passed his death and keeps on going. His whole life fits inside hers, two and a half times.

But when you put aside the legend and pull back the tasseled curtain of the American dream, you’ll see a man who wanted what we all want: to be loved, to be secure, and to belong.

No one is immune. Just some of us have more money, talent, and creative ways of getting what we most deeply long for.

A few miles away from Graceland, Budder sits alone in her house, praying for her family members each night by name. Hers is a life of waiting. For what, I don’t presume to know. But I do know she thinks about it. I also know she brings her waiting into the presence of the Lord.

“And then the one this morning, said the Lord shall take you step by step and supply all your needs. That’s the first thing I do when I wake up. I turn the little light on and read that verse.”

As she spoke, she looked off into the distance. Then she drew one of her hands up toward her face and smiled. Like a little girl. A 104 year old girl.

Budder

To live is to wait. We wait for things we know will happen, things we hope will come to be. We wait until the right time and sometimes we don’t realize we’re waiting at all.

Scripture doesn’t say so much about waiting for particular things, outcomes, or circumstances. Instead, we get this:

“The steps of a man are established by the Lord,
And He delights in his way.
24 When he falls, he will not be hurled headlong,
Because the Lord is the One who holds his hand.
25 I have been young and now I am old,
Yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken
Or his descendants begging bread.
26 All day long he is gracious and lends,
And his descendants are a blessing.”

Psalm 37:23- 26

And also this:

“Wait for the Lord; be strong and let your heart take courage. Yes, wait for the Lord.” Psalm 27:14

Of course our Father would shift our eyes from a plan we hope for to a Person we can hope in.

Isn’t that what he always does?

Here’s what I know: Whatever I put at the center of the wait is what carries all the power. I can’t say that I fully understand what it means to wait upon the Lord but if scripture invites me into it, well then there must be hope in that.

How to Wait Well

So here’s to you who wait for the measureable things – the birth, the graduation, the answer, the arrival of a friend. Take heart, it will not be like this forever.

To you who continue to wait for things unmeasured, for the healing you’re not sure will come or the love you’re not sure you’ll find. May you find comfort in the presence of our friend Jesus even though you may not have the answers you are looking for.

Do you feel disoriented, discouraged, or unsure but don’t know why? Take a moment to consider if you might be waiting for something you’ve yet to acknowledge. Perhaps just the admission will bring the slightest lift.

Maybe like me you have welcomed a season of listening, of quiet deepening and slow moving. But in some area or another, you wonder if it might be time to move. May you have the courage to take the next right step, no matter how sloppy or unsure.

Filed Under: faith, hope

For Parents, Writers, and/or Those Who Love to Laugh

Today I’m sharing my subscriber-only weekend links email with you here. It’s longer than usual because I’m also announcing 3 events coming up. We still share weekend links every Saturday but now we do it exclusively through email. Want to get a curated list of great writing and thoughtful resources each week? Sign up here.

Hello, you. Here are four articles, one podcast, and three upcoming events to help you create a little more space for your soul to breathe. Enjoy!

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A Trail of Notes Left Across Thousands of Miles Leads To A Proposal At Starbucks by Steve Stolder

You guys! This is the best story I love it so much – Esther Havens (who I traveled with to Israel last year) recently got engaged and their story is fantastic. It’s sweeping across the Internets and magazines and I just bet they’ll be meeting Matt Lauer by the end of next week.

Ten Ways to Receive Your Summer Life With Less Envy and More Gratitude by Marian Vischer

Sometimes You Have To Decide You Have What It Takes by Anne Bogel

On The Silence of God: When He Doesn’t Show Up Like You Need Him To by Rebecca Reynolds

The Lazy Genius Creates Space Podcast Episode 28 by Kendra Adachi

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July 13 or 14 // The Popcast Live! Show with Knox and Jamie

I’m headed to Raleigh, NC to join Knox and Jamie for their live show. My girl Kendra (The Lazy Genius) is their special guest and she’s bringing me as her plus one. Never heard of The Popcast? Learn more right here. Would love to meet you. Hint: you’ll love it if you’re in to pop culture and laughing.

How to get tickets:

Grab your tickets here and join us! I’ll be there for both the Friday and Saturday night shows (choose one). Use the code EMILYPFREEMAN for a discount at checkout.

 

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July 20 or July 27 // An Evening for Parents of K – 5th Graders

John and I have wanted to host something like this for quite some time and we’ve finally got two opportunities on the calendar.

This is a small, free gathering for parents of K-5th graders who are looking for practical guidance for discipling your kids.

John will be teaching some parenting and discipleship ideas he’s been working on and praying over for many months now (and I will be there taking notes along with you!)

Join us for a conversation on how to:

  • Teach our kids scripture in a way that touches both head + heart
  • Enlist the power of imagination for discipleship
  • Breathe life into family devotions
  • Use everyday word pictures to encourage their faith

How to reserve your spot:

If you would like to join us on either July 20 or 27, send an email to freeman john at mac dot com and we’ll send more information.

Thursday July 20 OR Thursday July 27
Greensboro, NC
7 pm

The gathering is free, but space is limited so let me know as soon as possible!

The Guided Writing Retreat

October 26 – 28 // The Guided Writing Retreat

For the second year, my hope*writer co-founders and I are hosting a live event in Charlotte for writers.

This Guided Writing Retreat is designed to help writers overcome one of the biggest obstacles that keep us from writing: TIME.

Open to any writers – whether you’re just getting started, working to get published, or trying to meet a deadline.

How to reserve your ticket:

Every single detail you could possibly want to know about the retreat is here: Hope*Writers Presents: The Guided Writing Retreat. See the purpose of the gathering, a detailed schedule, optional pre-treat workshops, and an extensive FAQ section.

You do not have to be a member of hope*writers to attend (but if you are a member we’ll have a special reception at The Nester’s White Barn just for you!)

That’s all for now! Join here if you’d like to know when posts go live and you’ll also receive the weekend list, a short email with a small curated collection of my favorite books, posts, podcasts, or offerings for the week.

Everything I send you will always have one thing in mind: the health of your soul. Here’s to creating space for your soul to breathe in an often breathless world.

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