I never used to like Father's Day. It used to be a day where everything around me seemed to poke at the broken pieces of my heart — at a raw wound yet to be healed. It used to be a day where I felt nothing but anger. I was unforgiving towards my father, merely… Continue reading The Father’s Heart
As a season I thought would break me comes very close to an end, countless thoughts have been stuck on repeat in my mind... For one, I've thought how simply crazy it is to have blown through two 249-page journals. Journals that evolved into a collection of letters to the Lord himself, love notes if you will,… Continue reading I Am Growing.
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
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.