Why Tiny?

So, I’ve talked before about my dream to live in a tiny house and travel to do youth ministry. 

I have gone through several stages of what/how/when, all the important questions. But, I know a lot of people wonder about the why…

So, why tiny?

Because there is so much, too much

Too much beauty out there not to experience.
Too many attractions not to see.
Too many amazing people and places to visit & meet.
Too much love out there to stay in one place.

Also, too much pain to only stay and help in one spot
Too much brokenness to only touch one area.

Too many dreams in my heart.
Too many thoughts in my head.
Too many experiences I want to have & places I want to explore.

That’s why tiny.

And, I have BIG news on the Tiny House front…coming soon to a new blog dedicated just to that adventure. I can’t wait to share it with you all!

Sometimes, Little is Just Enough

I want to build a Tiny House…

This isn’t a shock to those who know me.

As a matter of fact, I’ve already begun dreaming, planning, pricing, downsizing, sharing, and researching. Most importantly, I’ve started praying…

I’ve even got a name for it (which, I’m not ready to share, quite yet).

Here’s the thing though, I want this to happen. But, I don’t want want to be alone for the adventure…Yet, I have been planning it as if it will just be me, because right now, I am just me.

This is part of my prayer, that God will send someone who has similar desires and dreams – including travel & ministry; creativity & passion; meaningful, simple, & sustainable living.

Every time I think about bringing someone into my life, it’s one of the big things I think about.

I’m trusting God to know my heart, to have my best & His glory in His response to my prayers.

I don’t know what the future holds, but I hope & pray with all my heart it includes travel in my own Tiny House doing ministry with my partner.

Because I don’t need a lot of stuff, or a lot of house. Sometimes, little, is just enough.

*Also, I have a tiny house bucket list…I can’t wait to get started on it 🙂 *


Broken Road

“Every long lost dream, led me to where you are…they were like Northern Stars. Pointing me on my way, into your loving arms. This much I know is true, that God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you.

Chronically Single

Sure. Those titles; maybe me. Definitely me.

But, this is my path. An extension of my calling & dreams…

So, recently, there have been some encounters:

One made me feel pursued – though, he was obviously not a part of  God’s plan for my life. Yet, I was momentarily side tracked by the enjoyment of feeling wanted.

One, I wasn’t so sure about –
A strong faith & a kind spirit –
But, a path far different from my own. A calling not in the same vein as mine at all.

I am not planted here in OK…
My heart is already being pulled to the Pacific Northwest. I know my journey goes there – after a bit of Tiny House travel, I hope.

God has awakened in me a restless & wandering heart. A heart that desires to see a passion for Him awaken among the nation’s youth. A heart that desires to connect to the hurting & broken, hearing their stories, observing the beauty of Creation – all over this nation and across some others.

God has called my heart to adventure…
So, I know my “broken road” must be leading me to someone with a similar heart.

I know I am not meant to be planted here…I know I am meant for this, yes, but also meant for so much more.

So, I will pursue more.
I will pursue His call.
And, I trust this path will lead me to One whose heart is like mine.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same”
– Emily Brontë

Last night, I had a conversation after church

Him: “Hey, Candice, are you really going to move to Washington? Are you really going to get a Tiny House and move to Washington?”

Me (looking at him confused): Of course!

Me (after a pause): Well, actually, first I’m going to get my Tiny House and travel around doing youth ministry for a while, then I’m going to settle in Washington.

Him (laughing): That is awesome! Don’t take this wrong, but that is so you!

This was an actual conversation I had last night. And, it awakened something in my spirit. A sleeping giant.

I have been thinking about all this and praying about it for a while now. But, last night was the first time in…ever…I had voiced it out loud.

I don’t know how it’s going to happen, but the wheels are in motion. I have begun tiny house plans, researching financing, and listing out contacts/resources for this journey.

I don’t know how, when, etc. But, God knows.

I am just watering the dream He planted, trusting in Him to work it all out, as only He can.

And, I.Can’t.Wait.

This post was inspired by last week’s 5 Minute Friday theme PathI’m a little late to the party, but you should still hop over and check out all the posts there. And, stop in below and share some of the dreams God has planted in your heart. I know He hasn’t given up on this world yet, and He will use His people to make all the difference in the world!



I’m trying to wade through the fog that is threatening to return to my life & persevere in doing the things I love, the things I feel called to… So I am participating in 5 Minute Friday for the first time in a while.

The rules are: free-write, 5 minutes, no overthinking or overediting. The theme this week: Haven

Ready? GO

I recently wrote about finding my voice again. Anyone familiar with my blog is no stranger to the struggles of anxiety & depression I have worked through/am working through in my life.

It is this struggle that has led me to a deep, deep desire for Home…whatever that may mean.

It seems for many, that means owning their own place, putting down roots.

I’m learning, for me, it’s about wherever God has me at the moment. And, that just by resting in Him & surrounding myself with a few of the things my heart finds beautiful, I have a home.

Right now, I’m renting an apartment with my younger sister. We don’t have fancy things, but I have an office/reading nook, she has a big/comfy red chair, and I have a loveseat that happens to be my first big furniture purchase as an adult. My bathroom is Wonderland, my room Neverland, and our kitchen is a lovely place to cook & entertain.

I spent my day cleaning/re-arranging, while re-runs of House Hunters played on Netflix in the background. Upon coming home tonight, I felt at peace.

I may not “own” this place, the upstairs neighbors may be absolutely annoying (their children sound like elephants jumping from trees), and my view may be of a parking lot; but this is my place. My stamp has been placed.

I can come home after a long day, smile at my blue door, let my stuff down at my landing, and recharge.

This, temporary though it may be, is my haven. Not because I stake claim to it forever, but because I stake claim to it for now. Not because it is perfectly suited to my every desire, but because, at this life stage, it is perfectly suited to my current need.

This is my haven. Not because of my possession of it, but because of His possession of me.