PLACED

Living Visibly Where We’re Placed.

The journal holds the stories behind the photographs.

I started noticing something about the places we move through every day.

A small church sitting out in a field.

A storefront that’s been opening the same door for years.

A kitchen table that’s seen everything and is still there.

They don’t look impressive.

But they’re steady.

And the more I paid attention, the more I realized they were saying something without try to.

They’re not trying to be seen.

They’re not trying to prove anything.

They’re just standing where they were built to stand.

That’s what this page is.

It’s not a photography portfolio. (Although I did take each of these pictures in my travels)

It’s not travel writing.

It’s not nostalgia.

It’s paying attention to the places we’ve been given - and what they quietly remind us of.

Where you live matters.

Where you work matters.

The room you walk into every day matters.

Most of us spend a lot of time wishing we were somewhere else.

A bigger stage. A different season. A different city. But the truth is, you’re already somewhere.

You’re placed.

Not randomly. Not accidentally.

These posts are simple. I look at a place, and I say what it makes me think about identity. That’s it.

Nothing dramatic. Nothing polished.

Just ordinary places that keep standing there - and a reminder that you don’t have to shrink where you are either.

We live from who Christ says we are.

And then we stay.

~ Deanna

The Steady Signal

Occasionally, I send a short note about towns, roads, homes, and the small decisions that shape who we become.

No promotions. No noise. Just something thoughtful.