repurpose13Thanks for bearing with me while we get the website rolling. This is an exciting (and crazy and jittery) time for lisaeasterling.com. I’m glad you’re here with me. We are actually a tad ahead of schedule, which is one part scary and ten parts delightful. I try not to think about all the work that is yet to go into this. Just keep swimming.

Are you wondering what’s coming? Here’s a tiny sketch.

  • A hub for sharing what God has shown me, taught me, allowed me to experience in my life
  • A way to bless women with answers from my perspective to frequently asked questions on marriage, parenting, the intentional building and nurturing of family, relationships, and all things domestic)
  • The sharing of our love story (and a plea that you don’t ever give up on the fairy tale you dream)
  • A place to share my own life story (and an invitation to write yours, too)
  • What’s cooking on Cake Mountain
  • Encouragement and information on homeschooling (because it’s what I know best)
  • What I’m currently studying in the Word, along with Scriptural nudges, invitations, and challenges
  • Resources for writers and other creative artists (writing prompts, links to great artistic blogs for inspiration, etc.)
  • A base for coaching creative writing
  • The sharing of my creative photography, and a place to feature others’ lovely work (and encouragement for you to keep capturing your own scenes and memories)
  • A spring of fresh thoughts flowing near-daily through the “Living a Lovely Life” blog
  • Resources for all of the above and then some

Basically I want this to come from God, flow through me and all that my life represents, and radiate out to beautiful you.

I remember my little-girl Marches. The first month of spring always seemed to greet me with a mischievous grin, a whispered invitation to follow her into some magical place where breezes blew cool but buds were peeking green from little sprouts and birds were trying new tweets.

I live that same anticipation looking back, feel the eagerness of girlhood bursting forth from a heart longing to follow a love-crazy God into what is known only to Him. The breezes beckon and the squirrels dart tree-to-tree and I am dared to come out and play. I am at the door.

And I want you to come with me.

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