I used to pour my heart into writing, be it poems, stories, or just day-to-day thoughts.  My writing subsided when I began to realize it lead me to over think things and under appreciate the situations my life blessed me with.  I was getting lost in the angst of what had happened and started losing sight of God in it all.  I'm coming back around.  I have a new-found hope in myself and in God, but it's been a real struggle to make my way back to him.  Isaac preached this Sunday on Missing Home and it was the one message that I didn't realize I needed until I was sitting there listening and getting convicted sentence after sentence.  I don't only love Isaac because he challenges me, I love him because he speaks truth and his truth is like a train hitting you in the face.  It helps you realize so much about yourself but also so much about God and his love.


I'm a work in progress, but I just wanted to get that out.
Also.. Romans 5:3-5.

You have to Love

“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”

—	Louise Erdrich (via girlwithoutwings)

"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities."

Sun Child

Sun child, with all her sun-kissed speckles.
The pixie dust sprinkled from above, bleached her hair
And gave to her a million little freckles.
She feels like one among the wildflowers and the trees
The earth is her playground, running wild and free
Barefoot she learns the textures of the land
Where the dirt and grass beneath her toes
Lead and support her, wherever she goes
Can't tell her what to be for she knows where she belongs
Among the wildflowers and the trees because reality feels so wrong
The utopia she finds, in nature's company
Takes her from the screaming cries of responsibility
And this is where her soul will rest when her smile begins to fade
The wildflowers and the trees will listen and keep her secrets safe
For nothing here demands her time, or judges what she's worth
For nature accepts her as she is, and will wait patiently for her return.

“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.”

— KHALIL GIBRAN

"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt."

— SYLVIA PLAT

"An easy life doesn’t teach us anything. In the end it’s the learning that matters: what we’ve learned and how we’ve grown."

— RICHARD BACH

"As you grow, you learn more. If you stayed as ignorant as you were at twenty-two, you’d always be twenty-two. Aging is not just decay, you know. It’s growth. It’s more than the negative that you’re going to die, it’s the positive that you understand you’re going to die, and that you live a better life because of it."

— MITCH ALBOM

To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower

Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour.

— WILLIAM BLAKE

People can always have judgement about anything you do. So it doesn't bother me. Everything can be strange to someone - Michael Jackson 

You can tell more about a person by what he says about others than you can by what others say about him.

— AUDREY HEPBURN

I’ve always had this deep-down conviction that I’m not like everybody else, and there’s an amazingly exciting new life waiting for me just around the corner.

— SOPHIE KINSELL

It was on my heart.

Lord, it's so hard to see You sometimes, for You're no visibile, tangible thing.

And it's hard to find that reassurance, when on these obstacles I keep stumbling.

They keep me from You and they keep me from Your grace.

So I find it hard to overcome even when I know

There's a reason that You're throwing them in my face

Because You want me to grow and You've called me to this place

These struggles bring me to my knees, still I try hiding it from the world to see

But You're teaching me, and growing me to experience vulnerability

Lord, Your purpose is more than I can understand, and often hard to face

All You want is for me to run back home, back to Your loving arms of grace

You know I'll fail. You know I'll fall.. Yet, all You want is my heart and trust.

Because Your love was already poured out on the cross for all of us

So break me and make me what You want me to be, and allow me to be fully open

For we struggle to wholly surrender to You until we're completely broken

And how arrogant of me to ever scorn Your creation.

I'm hand-stitched with love and Your loving salvation. 

For every fault and flaw I see, should be constant reminders of You in me

See You called me beautiful and it must be true

Because You made me in the image of You

And Lord Your beauty far surpasses understanding
And to know You more is all I'm demanding. 

Give Me Faith