When God Moves Faster than I Can Keep Up by Pearl Allard (Look Up Sometimes)

When God Moves Faster than I Can Keep Up

Today I’m participating in the Five Minute Friday community. We’re supposed to write for five minutes and not edit. I take these rules as a kind of loose suggestion. The word prompt is: REGRET. I had a post all set to send you today, but I deleted it. Maybe I didn’t want you to know writing is a struggle right…

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How Zero Effort Beats Perfectionism by Pearl Allard (Look Up Sometimes)

How Zero Effort Beats Perfectionism

I’m not a photographer, but I like to occasionally snap photos. I attempted some one day, intending to give them as a gift. If the photos were good enough, maybe the recipient would use them in advertising. So I felt pressure, albeit self-induced since the recipient knew nothing about my intentions. Some I shot quickly, but on others I spent…

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(in)courage guest post Halfway to Bethlehem by Pearl Allard (Look Up Sometimes)

Halfway to Bethlehem – Guest Post on (in)courage

I’ve waited for THREE MONTHS to share this post with you today!!! I am SO EXCITED to share my guest post on (in)courage’s website with you!!! It’s a game-changing message of hope that pulled me through the second-lowest point of my life but continues to encourage me when times are good. It started as a Christmas gift idea gone disastrously…

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Why You Should Save, Celebrate & Share Your Art by Pearl Allard (Look Up Sometimes)

Featured on Beautiful Ugly Me!

Hello Sweet Friend, If you’ve ever discounted your efforts and felt they were not enough, this post is for you. If you’ve felt torn between wanting to use your gifts to bless and guilt over having enjoyed your own gifts – this post is definitely for you. This post taps into a past I don’t readily share, but I couldn’t…

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7 Reasons Not to Not Ask for Help by Pearl Allard (Look Up Sometimes)

7 Reasons Not to NOT Ask for Help

When you’re not good at asking for help (ok, because I am not good at asking for help), sometimes my “question” comes out more like, “My basement sure is a disaster” when what I meant was “Could you find it somewhere in the deepest depths of your huge, benevolent heart to help a sister out and get me over this huge overwhelm of discouragement whenever I’m bombarded by the visual chaos in my basement?”