Pick Me Ups.

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 Am But A Broken Vessel

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

Love is a Person.

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.

If Only For Two Minutes.

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.

A Letter To Jesus.

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.

The Pleasantly Unexpected.

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.