Oct 13, 2019 • Written by Nicki Behnke
There has been a slow stirring in my soul over the past few years to investigate what it might be like to simplify. In the midst of a life that doesn’t seem to slow down, I felt drawn to minimize my things, time, and space, so I awkwardly jumped in headfirst.
Last fall I decided to wear a total of 30 clothing items for a solid three months straight. I spent hours researching strategy and then proceeded to pull my closet apart and reason over every piece of clothing I owned. Much to my surprise, I made it a full 3 months in the same 30 items, and in the end, I had some really positive take-aways.
Aug 11, 2019 • Written by Nicki Behnke
I want to be happy for her, really I do, but as I scroll past her latest social media post a look of criticism spreads across my face. This week her children smile at me in their perfectly coordinated outfits with a beautiful oceanside view in the background. Last week I couldn’t contain my eye rolls as I scrolled through her son’s over-the top perfectly themed Birthday celebration complete with a homemade 3 layer cake.
Logic tells me that anything can be made to look a certain way through a camera’s lens, but doubt forms and jealousy grows… just a small seed at first, but my collection of these seeds seems to be growing lately and I don’t like what it is building inside of me.
Mar 17, 2019 • Written by Nicki Behnke
God’s love is unconditional. Insert yawn here. We have heard that a thousand and one times as the words to Jesus Loves Me were etched into our young minds before most of us were old enough to form full sentences.
We nod our heads, throw out a quick “amen” and carry on with our day.
It’s old news even to a newer believer. I mean, of course God loves me and of course it’s a no-matter-what kind of deal. Unconditional, affection without any limitations. And I claim this unfathomably deep love from God to little old me.
And then life begins to happen.......
Feb 17, 2019 • Written by Nicki Behnke
Chances are very high that my neighbors have seen me in my underwear. In my defense, I was born and raised just outside of town. When I told people where I lived, it was often met with “Oh, out there” as though it was out in the middle of nowhere. Privacy was not something we had to give much thought to and that habit of closing the blinds (which I obviously never learned) continues to be a tricky task for me to remember now that I find myself living smack dab in the middle of the city. (Sorry neighbors!)