Kristin Hill Taylor

Seeking God as the Author of Every Story

Currently

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I’m missing some of what used to be, even though I love getting glimpses of God’s goodness and faithfulness in this season. As my real-life circle has gotten smaller in this social-distancing season, I’ve shown up less here too. I didn’t really plan on that, but I’m grateful for the togetherness that’s happened in my home, on my porch, and in my pool — especially when everything looks different. 

With that said, I thought it would be a go time to do a catch-up post of what I’m currently doing and enjoying. So, with that in mind, here are some peeks into what’s happening around here with recommendations for you included. 

I’m currently …

Reading “The Killing Tide” by Dani Pettrey. I’ve loved the other series I’ve read by her, so I was happy to start a new one. Now I’m awaiting the second in the Coastal Guardians series that should arrive in my mailbox today.

Oh, and, I recently quit a book! I loved the premise of “Resistance Women,” but the pace was too slow for me. I read about half of this book, and I wasn’t excited to pick it up, so I moved on. 

Listening to “Chris Tomlin & Friends” on repeat. I love the whole album (which is available for free streaming with Amazon Prime!) so much. In recent weeks, I’ve also had Needtobreathe’s songs available from its upcoming “Out of Body” album playing frequently. They’re so good and I’m excited to hear the rest. 

Celebrating 18 years of marriage! We even got to go on a date last week!

Preparing to launch my second self-published book into the world! I’ll have more details soon, but be sure you’re signed up for my emails, where I’ll give a sneak peek soon. But mark your calendars for Sept. 1.

Eating well at home. We’ve especially loved grilling chicken with this marinade. We’ve learned I cut big chicken breasts once vertically and once horizontally for smaller portions that Greg grills perfectly. An easy but delicious Key Lime Cheesecake Bars from the Pioneer Woman is another summer favorite. Tip: Leave out the key lime juice for a regular cheesecake that pairs with whatever toppings you like best. I personally love caramel syrup and Heath bits. You’re welcome. 

Recharging with my phone plugged in not beside my bed. I love it that it’s not been the last thing I look at and think about before I go to sleep and hasn’t been the first thing I look at in the morning. My mind and soul are better this way and I’m remembering new habits are developed with small steps.

How are you? I’d love to have a peek in your currently.

In open fields of wildflowers

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“In open fields of wildflowers
She breathes the air and flies away
She thanks her Jesus for the daisies
And the roses in no simple language
Someday she’ll understand
The meaning of it all”

– From “Love Song for a Savior” by Jars of Clay

We’ve been at home for the vast majority of four-and-a-half months, and I’ve started thinking about what life might look like when schools open and soccer practices start. And, honestly? I think I’ll miss this season. Our #95daysofsummer became #109daysofsummer earlier this week when our school, like so many others in our state, pushed back the in-person start date to the last Wednesday of August, so I’ve still got some time.

Of course, I won’t miss masks and virus stats and controversy. But I’m going to miss slow mornings, wide-open days on the calendar, and the space to create new-to-us meals while we settle deeply into our home. 

I typically make decisions easily and quickly, but these days I can’t look very far in front of me because there are so many variables. As I get older and my kids grow before my eyes, I am becoming more of a home body.

I like home-cooked meals, especially my teenager happily helps prepare them. I like multiple rounds of Skyjo, Trash Pandas, and Code Words at our kitchen table with our oldest right after we’ve all humored the youngest with a couple games of Matching. I like all the wide-open Saturdays we’ve had to do stuff around the house and enjoy the home we’ve created. I weigh our yeses against what I’ve learned when I was forced to slow down and draw a smaller circle. 

At the beginning of the year, I chose a word based on what God was teaching me and what I wanted to learn: BECOMING. In January, I had no idea I would have this bare canvas to create and learn and rest right as spring came and then summer lingered. I also had no idea I’d finish a book about hospitality during a social-distanced season. And I certainly didn’t know we’d become cat owners that morning four weeks ago when Ben heard meowing. I’m still trying to implement some better habits for my physical and mental well-being. I’m finding myself taking more deep breaths.

I’ve watched open fields come to life as new creations blooms. I’ve noticed green and pops of color in new ways because I’ve been still enough to truly see around me. I’ve even see our plants sprout some zucchini and peppers as results of our first gardening adventure.

There have been days where I miss people and what used to be, but there have been far more days of knowing this is where I belong. Here’s to believing I’m still becoming and growing because of God is still providing and rescuing. 

Hello, 41.

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Hello, 41.

I had a lot of feelings anticipating this birthday – none of which have to with turning a prime number. Rather, I’ve been deep in reflections that come with marking another year. As many of you know, my dad died unexpectedly less than a week after I turned 40 and my family learned things about his life that rocked our world. That led to grieving during my favorite season and shifting perspectives about belonging. (I wrote about that, so feel free to look back: Reflections on living & dying and Seasons of belonging.)

Now, a year later, I’m finding myself isolated again but because of different circumstances. Spring is full of birthdays in my immediate family and with our best friends. Anticipating this round of birthdays looking different was hard on me at first.

And then I decided to embrace it.

I started celebrating a few days early. I’m extroverted enough that I am longing for face-to-face connections, so I was especially happy to get visitors. We did a decent job socially distancing ourselves. Jaclyn brought me lunch (and a Diet Strawberry Limeade!) on Friday. Then Saturday, Courtney showed up with flowers and Kim brought a chocolate chip pie. Sweetness, literally! As an initiator of plans and connections, having someone else reach out to me is a gift. Of course, I’ve had some time lately to process all my thoughts and feelings, so that’s been another gift.

Greg also asked me a few times what I wanted to do for my birthday. It took me a while to come up with an answer: Make myself homemade cinnamon rolls and start a “garden” with some potted vegetable plants – and I wanted my family to help me with these things. So that’s what we did this weekend, and that seems appropriate for this season. Of course, the cinnamon rolls failed because the dough didn’t rise, even though we followed the instructions, including how to substitute instant yeast for active dry yeast because that’s all I could find last week when I was grocery shopping. Here’s the hoping the tomato, zucchini, and pepper plants are more successful! Our pool is open, but the water was 62 degrees last time I checked!

Tara left bagels on my door step. Greg and Ben made me pancakes and sausage for breakfast. Greg and Cate put together a video of birthday greetings from family and friends that they’d collected without me knowing. I cried almost immediately, and the happy tears continued while I watched different people I love bless me with their words during this weird time.

Today is Social Distancing Day 51 for us, so I’ve settled in here. I’ve remembered the smaller circle of belonging that brought me comfort last summer in the midst of grief. I’ve found ways to connect to people I care about, even if I’m missing them in my daily life.

Really, it’s been a valuable year: I’ve learned about adjusting and appreciating what is right in front of me this past year. I’ve found the beauty in slowing down and living my best life with my few closest people. I’ve learned to play some new board games. I’ve gotten to travel and then come home to explore places right here. I wrote a book that I’m working on self-publishing. I’ve read more fiction and been more selective about non-fiction. I’ve deepened my relationship with my Creator and Rescuer.

I’d say that a good year, even if it had some hard surprises. So, here’s to another year and all the lessons and gifts it’ll bring, including cinnamon rolls made by someone other than me.