I’m linking up with everyone on
where we’re reading Grace for the Good Girl together.
I just realized I’ve actually been writing about Grace for the Good Girl all along. In fact, I started this blog as an experiment in risk taking — putting myself and my stuff out there, ad hoc, unplanned, and scary as all get out. The connection is not yet entirely clear to me, but grace is somehow wrapped up in the letting go, trusting that God is there to hold it all together, to catch me when I fall.
I’ve written about my journey here — finding grace for me, the good girl:
… in which I try on irresponsibility and discover something more important:
True Confessions of a Workaholic
In Which I Drop the Ball
Keeping Up with the Joneses: In Which I Admit to Living Beyond My Means
… in which I confront the beast:
Who’s Knocking at Your Door?
… in which I stand up to Gustav Klimt, unveil my imperfect, untested, and unfinished works, and try very hard not to apologize:
Blank Canvas & the Bad Girl Painter
Bad Girl Painter Makes Her Mark
Paint Day #2: In Which I’m Vulnerable
Works in Progress
Painting Outside the Lines
Why I Erased My Mother’s Face and What I Learned