Hey friends, 

Whew, it feels good to be back! It’s been a hot minute since I’ve opened up my computer. It’s been so long I literally had to search my house for the charger, charge it, and do 3 different software updates before I could even use it. Chaotic, I know! If I’m being honest, I wasn’t planning on taking a break and I already have plenty of blogs written but none of which made it to publishing because life just.. happened. Isn’t it funny how time slips by like that? One day you’re committing to posting every other day or once a week and suddenly it’s September, the air smells like bonfires, and the leaves on my tree outside are changing color. It is crazy how fast summer came and went this year. 

But here we are, on the cusp of fall. My favorite season. The world is starting to slow down a bit. The mornings are a little cooler, the evenings come a little quicker, and something about the rhythm of it all feels like an invitation to restart, recenter, and return. Returning to this space, to the joy of writing, sharing bits and pieces of life. A place where faith and life isn’t always tidy, but it’s always real. I’ve missed you!

Let’s talk about the crazy. I don’t know what your summer looked like, but mine was a mix of chaotic, beautiful, stretching, heartbreaking, and unexpected in good and unfortunately bad ways too. You know those seasons where you’re not quite sure what God is doing, but you know He’s working somehow. That was me. There were moments that felt like too much, and others that felt like miracles in disguise. I’ve cried some big tears. Laughed at the most ridiculous things. Had conversations with God that were more messy, tear filled, scribbles and whispers. And in all of it– He’s been faithful. And to be honest, not in ways that I wish, but in other ways that I never thought I needed. He’s never left. Even in times when I didn’t show up for Him, even when prayers were jumbled and short, He was always there reminding me that He is good in all ways. I think we forget that God isn’t measuring our worth by how productive or polished we are. He just wants our hearts. Our real, worn out, show up anyway, trust anyway hearts. That truth alone has been such a grounding reminder. 

I started this blog not too long ago but it’s been a place where I try to write honestly. The good, the gritty, the in-between. I’ve got some recipes I’ve been loving, DIY’s that might make life a little easier, and just rambling heart to hearts. The Salty Sunday Co. is not about being an expert, but being real. I think sometimes Christian spaces online can feel overwhelming, like we have to be perfectly put together, Pinterest worthy, or able to quote the entire book of Psalms on command. But I don’t think Jesus is looking for curated content. I think He’s looking for hearts that are willing to sit at His feet. Messy, undone, and completely in need of grace. So that’s what I’m bringing back here: grace, honesty, simplicity, and the kind of encouragement that feels like a warm drink on a chilly day. 

This isn’t a big relaunch or anything fancy. Just me, sitting at my kitchen table, writing again with a full heart and a watered down iced coffee beside me. But I am excited for what’s ahead! I’ll be sharing those recipes I’ve been loving, the kind you can throw together without a mile long grocery list.  I’ve got a few fun “favorites” coming, because who doesn’t love a good book or skincare recommendation. And most importantly, I want to be a little light in your week. Something simple, encouraging, and relatable. A reminder that you don’t have to have it all together to be walking with a purpose. You’re allowed to be growing and grateful. You’re allowed to rest. You’re allowed to start again. God’s mercies are new every morning. 

And one other thing… if you’re still here reading this, Thank you! Thank you for showing up to read words that I often write more for myself than anyone else. Thank you for letting this little corner of the internet be a space where we don’t have to pretend. I’m grateful! Here’s to a new season, a fresh start, more grace, and less pressure. More presence, less perfection. Let’s make fall full of small joys, quiet mornings and reminders of how deeply we’re loved, even when life feels a little crazy. 

With Love, 

Savanah, The Salty Sunday Co.