Friday Write

I haven’t joined in on one of these for quite a while so I figured today would be a good day!  The Olympics have started, Friday is finally here, the puppy is sleepy, and my fingers are ready to write.  Here’s the deal…I’m linking up with Lisa-Jo (she loves Africa too) and the “rules” include writing for 5 minutes without extreme editing or worrying about being perfect.  The prompt…


One of my aunts recently shared my grandmother’s little journal with my dad.  I quickly asked if I could take the journal first.  This is the grandmother that I really only knew through pictures and stories.  She died when I was 2.  But oh did she go out with a story.  She just happened to die while walking down (or was it up?) some steps of a cathedral in Spain.  She has always intrigued me.  This mother of three who traveled and who now I know wrote.  She even included pictures within her journal, which I absolutely adore.  She was specific and real in the bits and pieces I’ve read.  Her mother died when she was young and she went to live with her aunt and uncle.  Yet, she made a point even in her journal to say that they were both mom and dad and aunt and uncle to her.  I’ve barely dug into this little treasure, but I’m excited to discover the world she lived in and the words she chose.  This little journal makes me wonder what I would think if someone opened up one of the countless journals on my shelf.  Would they find my stories of Africa tucked in the pages or the questions I have for God?  Would they see my heart and hear my hurt?   There’s so much to be found in writing.  So much to be shared.


Day 1

Brought to you courtesy of the Writing Prompt Bootcamp….

Day 1

It’s time for you and Writer’s Block to part ways. Write a letter breaking up with Writer’s
Block, starting out with, “Dear Writer’s Block, it’s not you, it’s me …”


Dear Writing/Blogging Block,

It’s not you, it’s me.  You can keep your blank pages and your staring cursors.  White is a very pretty color on you.  I like other colors.  Greens and pinks and yellows.  I want the stark black of words to make these colors pop off the screen.  I’m a little tired of looking at white pages without life.  I’m ready for something new.  A new adventure sounds like a venture I’d like to embark on today.  I could wait until tomorrow, but you know what they say about always waiting until tomorrow…well, then there’s always another tomorrow to wait until.  So, today’s the day.  Plus, today is not even a Monday or the first of the month.  Nope, today is March 6th.  I’m beginning to think that 6’s are actually not bad days.  I started dating my now husband on the 6th. I’ll count that as a good sign.  So, writer’s block slash blogger’s block, you can go visit other friends who need a rest and a break from creativity because we all need to be silent at times and store up the words in our hearts.  I’m ready instead for a season of writing and sharing.  Thank you, though, for teaching me to not feel guilty about leaving pages blank.  Thank you for giving me grace when I needed to be silent.  Thank you for helping me find so much beyond this computer screen. With spring around the corner, I’m ready to bring new life to these blank pages that have been waiting for me.  Get ready.  Let’s see what it looks like to write free.


Katy Z




I find him lurking on the sidelines.  Treading water near the shoreline.  Near enough to go by unnoticed yet close enough to leap into the moment when the opportunity arises.  I don’t like when he stops by…especially unannounced.  He is unwelcome. unwanted. wholly part of the old.  He brings me down and brings on the tears.  He whispers lies. He stirs up doubt and wants me to hide. He shows up at the most inconvenient times when my heart is already a tad raw and vulnerable.  Ah, but that is his specialty…timing.  He wants to show up when I’m weak, but what he forgets is that when I am weak, my King is strong.  He wants to keep me from running into my Savior’s arms.  To make me feel that because of what I have done that I cannot go my Beloved.  He’s wrong. When I take refuge in my Strong Tower that is when I am complete.  The battle is already won. And as my eyes gaze into my Protector, I am radiant with joy and there is no shadow of him.  He is not allowed to take up residence in my heart or on my face.  So, every time he tries to make an appearance, I turn to the One who answers my questions and who loves me. My Defender is the one who will kick him far away so that I instead will be covered with grace, mercy, hope, joy, love.  I am after all…like a sparkling jewel in my King’s crown.

Zechariah 9:16 The LORD their God will save them on that day as the flock of his people. They will sparkle in his land like jewels in a crown.

1 Peter 5:4 And when the Chief Shepherd appears, you will receive the unfading crown of glory.

Isaiah 62:3 You will also be a crown of beauty in the hand of the LORD, And a royal diadem in the hand of your God.

Proverbs 4:9 She will place on your head a garland of grace; She will present you with a crown of beauty.

Isaiah 51:11 The ransomed of the LORD will return. They will enter Zion with singing; everlasting joy will crown their heads. Gladness and joy will overtake them, and sorrow and sighing will flee away.

Psalm 34:5 Those who look to him for help will be radiant with joy; no shadow of shame will darken their faces.

ht: inspired after reading Sara Markley’s post.

you:create…paint on my fingers and a happy heart

Guess what!? I finally spent time painting for you:create!  I’ve only been wanting and thinking and planning of painting something since the beginning…so I’m pretty excited to share my little creation and the journey to get there with you all 🙂

of course I had to include a…hello, this is me, ready to create after running. and yeah, it was a hood day!

after painting over what had been on there (it was a jigsaw puzzle like fun thing that I just didn’t know how to finish so a fresh start was needed!), I was left with a blank blue canvas….why blue? because it would cover the other colors well and I used green on this little pretty.

Next I added a these super cute little flowery star bursts.

Then…well, I pretty much laid on the floor for a long while and pondered quotes, words, pictures, and the like. I let twitter and facebook and blogs keep me occupied. Oh and I still had the song “Have Your Way” by Britt Nicole on repeat…I did listen to “Defender” a few times though too.

Finally, I decided that this quote just fit too well with the sun/star bursts that I put it around them: “When I met Christ, I felt that I had swallowed sunshine.” -E. Stanley Jones

After that, I gave into my love for words and felt that being this year’s word…Joy needed to make an appearance.  But, then, just to add a bit more. Since I thought from the beginning this verse would work it’s way in there, I added it to the top: He has made everything beautiful in its time. Ecclesiastes 3:11. Oh, and I made those sun/star bursts into flowers. I felt they needed some distinction with all the yellow happening.

All that was left was to find a place for it…though, the walls in my room are pretty much covered! So, I wandered around and tried it a few places but then saw this place wide open in my closet.  I so love making spaces and since I spend a bit of time pondering what to wear I thought it fit perfectly.  Plus, I can see it from my bed and I must say that it matches my favorite plate that I made (er, only plate!) and the cute bucket. Oh, and note all those journals…yeah, I write a lot 🙂

So, there you have it. Until next week!

p.s. what have you created lately?!

Hello Love

Sunlight trickles through the glass as a kiss

Sent straight from heaven as a hello love

Eyes fluttering awake to feel such bliss

Blankets of joy wrapping us from above

Days ahead where the flowers start to bloom

Rainy nights filled with dancing lightning shows

So long gone are the days of snowy gloom

Laughter filling the air while fire glows

Anticipation of adventures soon

Wide eyes filled with hope for a fresh new chance

A moment frozen under a full moon

Arms tangled together while we dance

Until our legs give way to find the ground

Where we fall asleep tangled, love abound

*(in)Courage’s April Creative Challenge on “Spring”

-Did you try your hand a sonnet? If so, did you have fun? I did!

Joy Wash Over Me

My head is coming up out of the water and I’m letting the waves wash over me again as I keep seeking and choosing joy.  My lists gets longer each week. The numbers climb toward 1,000.  How am I already over halfway?!  Well, part of it, is simply by taking a little of Anne Lamott’s advice by throwing some ingredients into the equation: being present, feeling things deeply, and becoming conscious in order to add something a little extra to this challenge of making life into art.  I even find myself writing down things that don’t seem like they should count, but they do now!  Besides, He tells us to give thanks for ALL things…which is part of experiencing joy for me.

Here’s a snapshot of my list:

459. seeking a sunrise

466. falling through the snow

475. having it okay to be real with God–He can take it.

488. looking for the swans

491. finishing 16.1 kilometers!!!!!

503. tears on the car ride home

510. the feeling of knowing you loved because it hurts to say good-bye

516. capturing the beautiful in a sentence

523. using up all my battery

527. driving with the windows down

551. someone saying “you’re such a kid…” (in a good way)

Your turn!! Share some of the joy 🙂


I write because…

I’m a learner at heart.

As I read and write…I learn about myself, about God, about others, about life.

When I write, I want to capture a moment, a feeling, a piece of truth staring me down, and share that with whoever is listening.

And just maybe, sometimes, the words might strike a cord with someone else’s heart like they did with mine. They might bring up a question, bring them back to a moment, touch them, make them feel alive, let us share life.

Because when I feel deeply, the words are part of the story and what I see.  I don’t want the moment to go unnoticed, to slip away.  So, I capture the memory in the words that portray beautiful truth.  And when this happens, how can I not share the painting?

As life truly is a work of art made up of brush strokes that move us along in the journey.  So, I splash words on paper to evoke inspiration, encouragement, freedom, and the simple every day moments.

Good writing changes me, deepens me, makes my eyes go big and sometimes makes them green with tears.  And good writing itself makes me want to write to stir up the paint to make something beautiful that expresses the abundant life in Christ.

Why do you write?

Covered with Books

Being back in the States provides a wealth of opportunities to catch up on reading.  Though, I tend to bite off more than I absorb at a time and literally surround myself with reading material.  Just for fun I counted…6 books on my bed, 4 on my nightstand, and even more on my bookshelf’s to-read section.

Last night, I finally moved one of the books to the done section.  The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver. The book made me want to jump up, find a sunny, cute little writing desk and pour out all the thoughts jumbling in my head into written words. I also found myself tossing around some quotes from the book.  Here are a few that stuck out:

“Now he has a world. What can he possibly do with it? He has no muscle tone on his wings. They are atrophied, probably beyond hope of recoevery. Where his pectoral muscles should be, he has a breast weighed down with words of human beings: by words interred, free-as-a-bird absurd, unheard! Sometimes he flaps his wings as if he nearly remembers flight, as he did in the first jubilant terror of his release. But his independence was frozen in that moment.”

“Can’t they be patient? Could you be? If your belly was empty and you saw whole baskets of bread on the other side of a window, would you continue waiting patiently, Beene? Or would you throw a rock?”

“Don’t try to make life a mathematics problem with yourself in the center and everything coming out equal. When you are good, bad things can still happen. And if you are bad, you can still be lucky.”

Have you read it? If so, what did you think? If not, what are you reading or what else should I add to my stacks of books??

A Warm Blanket

The weeks speed by and the joyful moments abound.  I am finding “joy” all over the pages of my bible and embedding it in my heart.  From the brief moments my heart pauses to notice to the situations that weigh like a warm blanket, I am beginning to see Him even more in all that I do. And that. I love. Seeing My beloved all the time and resting in His delight in me.

136. writing late at night

140. blustery roads

157. a deep breath

161. hummus quesadillas

169. realizing how far God’s brought me

170. couches and blankets with love

171. hugs at church (Antioch)

172. impromptu speaking about Africa at church

175. Answering: So how did Katy change?

176. Trader Joe’s stops

178. knowing I’m right where God wants me to be


Counting it All Joy From Mittens to Haiku

61. writing in my Bible

65. happy purses

66. bible study ladies

67. prayer: being able to ask for it, praying for others

78. Hope House name tag found in my Bible

79. carrying keys in my mittens

83. giving away homemade mugs

86. writing late at night

91. haiku poetry

95. personal bests at running

What about you? What gift did you find this week? What brought you joy? What did you find beautiful? Take a look around this week…and count it all joy with me!


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