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.
The words you are about to read — forewarning — are incredibly cheesy, but it is my task to write them. Because I feel like God has breathed life onto something so simple and ordinary as He always does for me. So here it is. — I got eyeglasses. Which, let me just put out there, I was really stoked… Continue reading Eyes To See.
Jesus, I need you. I am still tired and weak. I need your peace to fall afresh. I need you to hear my cry. Holy Spirit, come. Give me rest. And build a home. Every morning you'll hear me at it again. Every morning I lay out the pieces of my life on your altar and watch for… Continue reading A Letter To Jesus.
I've tried my best to get a good glance at my previous blog posts, journal entries, laid astray notes, and tumbled thoughts to come up with a post about my outlook on the new year in front of me and the year I have left behind — much like everybody else over the last few days.… Continue reading The Pleasantly Unexpected.
Yesterday was a pretty neat day. I got inked, or rather marked, by not only ink, but my father in heaven. I've thought of getting a minimal floral tattoo on my forearm for quite some time. But I never thought I would be getting it as my first. As I researched what kind of flora… Continue reading Marked For Life.