Hey there friends!
I’m Bethany. I’m a twenty-something, zany girl with a flair for the dramatic, an eye for the small things of life, and a penchant for getting into adventures. I am a Nebraska-raised girl with hair the color of dried corn in the fall, and eyes the shade of a developing tornado.
I grew up in an old train depot turned into a house in the country with my five siblings. I was homeschooled, and spent my days drinking hot chocolate while listening to my Mom read Ralph Moody books, and competing with my brothers in our own personal spelling bees. I studied my books on top of our chicken coop, and developed a love of the classics.
I turned nineteen, and packed my bags for college. After two years of grappling with what I wanted to do I settled into a degree in Theatre and Communications. Shortly after turning twenty-one I met an incredibly handsome guy in my history class, and we began going on walks together. Two years later I married that guy, and changed my last name from Miller to Lotulelei.
This is a blog that will focus on the minute rather than the grand, the petals rather than the flower. It is a blog where we will delight in small steps taken rather than the victory, and the glory of the dead leaves rather than the full tree. This is a blog about a huge God who reaches out his hand, and clasps yours warmly. This is a blog about an every day faith that will not be silenced, and a stubborn-hearted girl who is fiercely pursuing joy.
This is a blog about life, in all of its strange, and muted glory.
So grab a cup of java, curl yourself up in a fuzzy blanket, and settle down by your window-seat on the veranda. Or stool by the kitchen table. Or, you know, your bed, and join me for a little time rejoicing in the details, and being thankful for the small things.