by Ashley Larkin | Oct 14, 2016 | Faith, Fear, Perfectionism, Perspective
On Tuesday, the sun shone with purpose, and you noted the burlap ground cover and vibrant blue sky. You found yourself standing in that Narnian place of seasons embracing. That holy wrenching mingling of the now and not yet. Just a few days later, the winds whipped...
by Ashley Larkin | Feb 19, 2014 | Community, Perfectionism, Perspective, Surrender, Truth-telling
Sad to say and a little hard to admit, but I used to dread hosting people in our home. Michael was the one with the “hospitality gift,” and though I liked the idea of it, opening our house usually filled me with such anxiety and fear of judgment that I...
by Ashley Larkin | Nov 20, 2013 | Family, Grace, Mothering, One Word: Trust, Perfectionism, Perspective
Things are pretty ordinary around here lately. Good and full ordinary, but still. Wow, isn’t that like every journalism school example of the lead sentence you shouldn’t write if you want people to read on? But it’s the truth because, as usual,...
by Ashley Larkin | Oct 19, 2013 | 31 Days 2013: Right Here, Childhood, Faith, Family, Grace, Gratitude, Marriage, Mothering, One Word: Trust, Perfectionism, Perspective, Surrender, Trust
This is 31 Days of Right Here, not 31 Days of Hoarding Your Life’s Moments or 31 Days of Not Missing A Single Solitary Thing. As I continue writing, I realize all the ways this 31 days is not a try harder, do more message, but largely an invitation to let go....
by Ashley Larkin | Oct 17, 2013 | 31 Days 2013: Right Here, Faith, Fear, One Word: Trust, Perfectionism, Perspective, Risk-taking, Surrender, Truth-telling
Living right here is a lot like writing right here. It’s hard work, and you hit the wall and wonder if you’re like a marathoner midway through. You recognize the feeling of not being able to get enough air, of feeling lost, of knowing fatigue that’s...
by Ashley Larkin | Oct 12, 2013 | 31 Days 2013: Right Here, Gratitude, Mothering, Perfectionism, Perspective
Allow me to pull back the veil, friends. Behold, my slice of right here. My office is what no one would call a bastion of “a place for everything with everything in its place.” I write at a computer in a nook adjacent to our play room/family room. In spite...
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