BECAUSE LIFE IS FULL OF GRIME & GRIT & GROWTH & GRACE

ALEX FLY

is a writer, designer, and over-analyzer based out of Birmingham, Alabama with her husband and pup. She loves alliteration, Auburn, and the Almighty God and is constantly in need of His grace.

Alex firmly believes that your story matters and that breakfast food should be eaten at every meal.

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Meet the newest member of the Fly family 🤗 I’ll be on maternity leave until August, but I’ll still be booking suites for late 2020 and 2021 & I’ll be answering emails as soon as I can. Thanks in advance for your patience as I s

It’s wedding week for Meg & Austin 🎉Their letterpress + custom map suite was so fun to create with @sarias_creates and even though their big day may not look exactly as planned, I’ll be over here hoping it is filled with all the love

Wrapping up lots of projects around here as I get closer to maternity leave (I’ll probably be finishing work as everyone else heads back to work 😆) but if any of you lovely brides had to move your wedding to December of this year or early 2021

If you have to change your wedding date, then these cute lil postcards (with custom artwork of your pups) aren’t a bad way to get the word out 🐶💕

Why The Harvest Letters?

I’ve always had a fascination with the word harvest. It’s such a visual picture of sowing and watering and reaping, of acting in faith that something will eventually spring up out of the dirty ground. I think our lives are full of repetitive harvests, and we are waiting on the ultimate Harvester to come and collect our souls.

Scripture uses this analogy over and over again, and it gets me every time in the passage’s own unique way. Also, God keeps showing up in the garden in the most crucial of times. He purposefully placed the very first humans in the Garden of Eden, and He walked with them there. The very last night that Jesus spent on earth was spent in the Garden of Gethsemane, where He prayed and wept and waited. I think there’s something to that.

I am calling them letters because that’s what I picture them as. I am writing directly to you, in my messy scrawl and imperfections, and hoping that you resonate with some of these thoughts and sins and stories. I hope that God shows up for you here like He shows up in the gardens, full of grace and tears and hope.

So here's to good changes and baby steps, planting seeds and watching them grow.

There's always room for you here.