Hi there!
My name is Bethany Rebecca. I am a musician, writer, and minimalist. My heart is for women to be completely devoted to our Creator, seeking peace and contentment found only in Him. To encourage a sister is one of my greatest privileges, and I hope that you will find encouragement on this blog.
You can usually find me hunting down a new tune, drinking a chai latte with almond milk, or nerding over something related to J.R.R. Tolkien. I’m always wishing I was in the mountains, and often plan trips that will probably never happen. I adore my sweet pupper Sasha, all my plant babies, and snuggling up with a good book. (Check out the books I read in 2019 here!)
I love making connections but have social anxiety. I want to speak my mind but instantly overthink everything I say. I love spontaneity but also love staying home and keeping my routine. I love being in the mountains in the middle of nowhere but also enjoy having quick access to stores, coffee shops, and highways. I’m a 2w1 with tendencies of 8 and 4 and sometimes 3, and 100% an INFP-T. I want to be a simple person but really my heart is a tangled mess of dreams and insecurities that I’m constantly trying to unjumble.
By God’s grace I am married to an incredible, bearded superhero who makes me laugh nonstop and gives the best hugs. His name is Joshua and I am crazy about him. Together we are taking steps toward becoming minimalists: living simply + intentionally. You can read about that here! Some of our favorite things to do are read on our back porch, hike, hammock, and blog together at coffee shops. We met at one of our favorite places in the world, which is quite a story. If you want to know more about that, you can find that here; if you want to read about how he popped the question, here’s that story; and this is a very joyful, fluttery blog post about the happiest, best day ever–the day we said “I do!”
where it began:
My walk with Christ began when I was fifteen. My mind was everywhere else: boys, Facebook, shopping, being happy. I had always gone to church, and went through the motions of getting saved when I was eight years old. By now, my dad was the pastor of my church. Of course I was a Christian.
But God had been working on my heart for almost two years. And as I sat in the first evening service of the week at The Wilds, North Carolina and the evangelist gave a clear Gospel presentation, I knew I had to go talk to somebody about my need for Christ. But I stubbornly–pridefully–told God no. He gave me another chance. The sermon Tuesday night was about how to handle wrath and anger. I went outside to talk to a counselor, although I knew my problem was not with my temper. It was with my need for a Savior. A counselor sat down next to me and asked me, on a scale of 1 to 10, how sure was I that if I died, I would go to heaven? I burst into tears and confessed that I had no idea. I told her I was afraid of what people would think of me because of my reputation. But I was done pretending.
I accepted Christ into my heart that night, accepted His free gift of salvation, and I have never been the same. My story began that day, the story of God’s work in my life. It isn’t always easy, but it is always worth it. I can confidently say, as Paul said, “by the grace of God, I am what I am.” [1 Corinthians 15:10]
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