Introductions

Since I’m working on starting up this blog again, I figured it was time to do an introduction, which I don’t believe I’ve ever properly done here.

My name is Elisabeth Grace Hacking, commonly called Gracie or Grace. I am 20 years old, a Christ Follower, an INFP, a licensed massage therapist, and also a nanny. I am the second oldest of 11 kids, ages 23-3, with three of them being from West Africa. It’s an adventure!

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I love citrus fruit, blankets, being on or in or around water, massage, bird feeding, reading, hiking and road trips, cannot spell “definitely” right on the first try to save my life (which is odd because I enjoy spelling.), I was born in California but have lived my entire life in western Washington, with rain and mountains and woods and tea.

I don’t tan, I burn, and am figuring out where God wants me in this season, and what He wants me to do. I feel a little lost right now, and that is one of the reasons I’ve decided to be more frequent at writing here. I love writing, always have and don’t intend to ever stop. I have many many notebooks, random poetry, and I don’t even know how many unfinished stories I have.

I’m dating the man who I’ve known since I was 10 and have had crushes on since then. He is tan and can talk to pretty much everyone and make them laugh, works harder  than pretty much everyone I know, loves adventuring and is a fantastic adventure buddy, and is also one of the most generous people I’ve ever met. He’s the best blessing I’ve ever had.  You’ll all probably be hearing lots about him in the future! ❤

There you have it readers, a little portion of who I am now put out on the internet, and hopefully you feel better introduced to me!

Blessings,

me

 

I’m back

I have a tendency to be a bit of a perfectionist.

If my mom is reading this, she probably just laughed, because I am messy (although I like to view it as organized chaos; I know exactly where everything is!) yet I have my systems.

I think that there are different types of perfectionism, and mine is that often I’ll hold back if I feel I can’t do it just right and how I want it to be.  That has been affecting my writing a lot, and I need to stop and press through it anyways, and write the words to just get them out and in plain sight. In speech often times I’ll bumble and fumble my way along, painfully aware of how my words are stuttering or my brain decides it can’t remember words, and that has translated to my writing recently. I stopped writing, got discouraged and overwhelmed, could only see cliches, the wheels ground to a halt, and the oiled machine got rusted.

Yet I think I’m learning how to fix that; I need to write more. About whatever comes through, to just run with it and see what grows.  Practice.

So here I am saying to expect more posts, don’t expect perfection, and excuse my bumbles, because there will probably be many, but hopefully it will lead to growth. ❤

-grace

conviction

Awhile ago I realized that I didn’t have any huge sin standing out to me in my life.

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Which, at first glance, may appear as a good thing. In reality, personally, it mean that I had become complacent in searching my heart to seeing what I had been doing and cultivating that would cause God grief. There was no growth.

There’s a verse about praying for God to reveal the secret sins one commits, (Psalm 19:12, “Who can know all of his errors? Cleanse me from secret faults.” my paraphrase.) that come to mind quite a bit during that period,

so I prayed about that.

And that week had the full extent of what a selfish human being I am shown to me, how unacceptable that is, and how great and undeserved God’s grace is. It’s a beautiful thing. I am so small and He is so B I G and great and wonderful.

I encourage you to ask that question of God, it’s quite eye opening.