I used to tell myself I was going to buy a bouquet of flowers a week (or until the last ones died) as a form of "treating myself." And by bouquet of flowers I mean ruscus, camellia's minus the camellia, or any kind of eucalyptus. No flowers really. Think minimal and green. I recently discovered that… Continue reading Pick Me Ups.
I found it befitting to first write this rather than finishing up my art history lesson because of what a wonderful and celebratory day it is. I'm overcome with thanksgiving and overflowing with joy knowing that my hope is found in Jesus — the author and the finisher of our faith — whom has overcome criticism, fear, persecution, and most… Continue reading I Am But A Broken Vessel
Everyday I feel as if I'm anticipating something in the mail. So much so, I'm the one who is always going out to retrieve it for the house. Almost everyday though, the ones where I want so badly to have something for myself, I get nothing. Yesterday was different though. I had forgotten about checking the mail.… Continue reading He Who Promised Is Faithful
You know that feeling when you get out of a car after being in it for a really long time? Like hours? Sore bum? Bladder about to burst? Kind of starving? That's sort of how I feel right now. Or rather, how I felt. Tired, unsatisfied, hungry — the list could go on and on.… Continue reading Even At My Worst
This morning I woke up to bitterness at my side. One of the worst things to be greeted with in the morning. Bitterness is so ugly. I scrolled through my social media feeds and saw post after post after post of couples. People expressing their love for their significant others. Photo after photo after photo. UGH. I… Continue reading Love is a Person.
This is me 2 years ago. And to be honest, the only thing I miss about me 2 years ago is my long hair. But even that's a stretch. I made a lot of mistakes. For one, I didn't fill in my eyebrows; mistake 1. And for two, I disappointed myself. I didn't do a… Continue reading Somebody Else.
Last week, at one of my favorite coffee shops, from one of my favorite people watching spots, I sat. I've always loved to people watch. But as time has gone on it's become harder for me to do. Because I can't help but see straight through some of the people I have had the privilege… Continue reading If Only For Two Minutes.