Let me start with an apology, despite the fact that my husband tells me frequently to stop apologizing. I apologize far too frequently for things I shouldn't, but that's a story for another post... I apologize for allowing my head to stop my heart from living. I apologize for allowing circumstance to dictate my perceptions. … Continue reading Reflecting on the Absence of Me
Morning always comes a little too soon yet somehow carries promises of newness, mercies, and hope. I carry with me habitual optimism so the breaking dawn looks to me like joy and vision spanning the gap between darkness and light. I travel inward, deeply, as the colors move and change before me. I ready myself … Continue reading Morning
The truth is... There are too many thoughts rolling around in my head to make anything fully coherent The truth is... I'm watching the things I've worked so hard to build crumble around me Knowing still, it will all be okay and we will rebuild We will be better than before I live in hope … Continue reading I’m not Complaining
When small seeds of hope, planted in fresh soil, are stolen by the ravens it's easy to become weary. We toil in darkness on hands and knees. Prayer lifted in desperation can seem to hit empty air when the harvest waits. Still, I've found hope doesn't lie in seed. Hope lies in the waiting soul … Continue reading Hope and Soiled Hands
All I can seem to think about the last few days is what it is to be squeezed. Maybe you can relate. You know that feeling when the walls, the ceiling, the air above, and the floor beneath you, seem to be closing in. It's that sensation of not knowing if you'll make it out...not … Continue reading The Squeeze
I haven’t been writing lately. Not because the desire has left me but because I knew what came out would be messy. Quite honestly, lately, life has been messy. All of the broken and jagged pieces I’d thought time had smoothed, surfaced with force, cutting through my clay heart and thin skin. What remained was … Continue reading Messy Me
Though Angels' tongues could escape my lips and sentiment sweet should flow When grace extends my patience thin When arms become empty, hearts heavy, feet ready for escape, eyes drifting, head aching, song quiet, candles huffed to cooled wax, all seems lost around me, I remember. Greater love has no man than he who lays … Continue reading The Greatest of these is Love
Blurs are often ended with the bluntness of a break. A single straw that interrupts the momentum long enough for sanity to creep in and remind me that I am more than this. In the quest for perfection, I lost sight of the adventure. In the race towards better, I steadily slipped into worse. … Continue reading Refocusing
PHOTOGRAPH BY LIONEL BROWN, GETTY IMAGES You're like lightning. You come in flashes that light the whole world with beauty. With each strike, you rejuvenate and enrich the soil. You bring with you hope and the promise of rain. But in the end, I know you'll hurt me if i get too close.
It's all been a whirlwind. I'm sure you've been there, when life creeps in and steals...well, the life right out of you. Then suddenly I realize in the midst of the grind, the day to day, the chaos, that I don't have to allow it all to get the best of me. I can choose … Continue reading Missing Myself
