weekend getaway --> Lanesboro, MN

We had the best time on our weekend getaway to Lanesboro.  Zach always says that anything that is a need is so much more enjoyable when you get it, and this weekend felt like a need. It was so helpful for just the two of us to get some time together, away from distractions. We stayed at this cute B&B, the Scandinavian Inn.  Doesn't it look like a life sized doll house? The owners were so sweet, the breakfasts were amazing, and there's even a cat named Stanley that welcomes you on the front porch.  I don't even like cats, but Stanley quickly became my friend. 

Lanesboro is known for it's beautifully scenic biking trails, which we took full advantage of.  We rented bikes in town and spent most of Saturday riding through trees and bluffs on a path alongside the Root River.  We stopped at two little towns and took our time exploring.  We also stopped for pie a la mode after riding 27 miles.  (Makes perfect sense to me). 

Side note: if you're not an avid biker, riding 27 miles in one day will make your bum hurt. Real bad. 

I am so so thankful for this time we had together, to connect with one another, to process through current life situations, to spend time reading God's word, and just to rest.  To be honest, life right now does not feel as carefree or happy as these glimpses in photos may portray.  In fact, this is a difficult season.  I find myself praying for thankfulness a lot, asking for God's help a lot, and being broken and needy a lot.  Sounds like somewhere the Lord would want me.  In need of less of myself, more of Him.  He certainly teaches us things through trials (big and small), and I'm fighting to remember God's commitment to growing me in the midst of being in a place I don't want to be. (And fighting to remember I have much to be thankful for).  

I recently listened to a sermon by Paul Tripp, and the phrase that he continued to reiterate was this: "God will take you where you haven't chosen to go, in order to produce in you what you couldn't achieve on your own."

In other words, trials are grace. I'm really praying that this reality would sink into my heart, and walking through difficult things would produce in me a heart more glorifying to Christ, rather than bitterness toward God.  I'm thankful that He is the one who produces change in me, not myself. I'm also thankful that God is so committed to me that He's not satisfied with me staying stagnant in growth - He wants more for me.  He wants to give me more of Himself, which is more satisfying than anything else in the world I could desire. 

If you're interested you could listen to the sermon here.

And, if you're ever headed to southern Minnesota and you'd like a few suggestions....
you may want to stay here. (say hello to Stanley!)
eat here. (try the sweet potato fries, and save room for ice cream!)
catch a play here. (So worth it! We saw an excellent performance.)
And bike all over town.  Eat pie too. :)

PS. thanks to my husband who was so patient the entire weekend when every few steps I said "hey wait! let me take a picture here!" He must love me. 

little yellow house home tour

Our little yellow house. Over 100 years old, full of fun details and interesting quirks. Lovingly referred to as the "Corcoran Cottage" - maybe just by us. We like it here... and we're leaving here. That's right - moving for the second time in less than 2 years. Because who doesn't like to get completely settled and then put everything back in boxes?! Just kidding. 

We're excited to move (still in Minneapolis) to an apartment within a house. A house where my sister and brother-in-law and their two kiddos live. What can we say, we like 'em. :)

We're not packing up until this winter, but I wanted to get a few photos of our little place where we've lived for our second year of marriage.  

I'd like to get into a habit of documenting the places we've lived.  So many memories held within the walls that we call home.

I will miss our sunny kitchen!

The upstairs is an attic loft (Zach can only stand up fully in the middle!) - and one of our favorite spaces in the house. We had our bedroom upstairs for most of the year, and moved it downstairs for the summer because it gets pretty toasty up there. But, having our room upstairs always felt like a little hide-a-way.  We call it our hobbit hole. :) We tried and tried to get our box spring up the narrow stairs, and couldn't do it, so we had just our mattress to sleep on. A tiny bed in a tiny attic. I loved it.