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.
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 want to be as unafraid as a child. As fearless as a lion. As bold as a pack of wolves. I don't want to be fazed about uncertainties, sickness, the future, that exam, or that circumstance. I could name so many things in my life that would lead me to be anxious and afraid. I… Continue reading Faith Like A Child.