Things have been a little (understatement) tough lately. I find it very challenging to be inspired or hopeful even. My motivation and desire to write (big passion) and to do several other things actually has significantly decreased, thus leaving me resting in a place I’m all too familiar with; a place that’s filled with doubt, worry, fear, uncertainty, and many other negative feelings and/or emotions, all in which are not from Him of course. It’s not at all easy to …
Times are changing; they’re often scary and uncertain. But He, He is so faithful. Always. When the seeds fall they are soaked into the ground, but are sometimes choked out with worry and fear. Nonetheless, I think that the roots underneath are strong. And though they sometimes shake and sway, they stay rooted deep in the ground they’re a part of. I listened to the voice and I actually heard it this time. Whatever do I do with it? Decisions, …
Several weeks ago I sat on a brick ledge, for hours, listening to a dear friend of mine share her heart. The second she started speaking, I could hear God. Her heart was so fragile, so broken, and the hurting soul inside of her began to uncover its beauty right before me. I was in awe and tears flowed endlessly from my eyes as I soaked in the beauty surrounding me. She had just closed her eyes the day before …
As she heads down that road she picks up the pace Her heart begins to race when she sees their face She continues down the street, her feet now in sync with the beat The music calms her ears and puts her at ease But only for a moment because she realizes again that she can’t leave …this road Because it’s still going Even though her hope is slowing …down Just once, once this time she wants them to look …
I’ll keep it pretty simple. A few days ago I experienced my first Thanksgiving without my immediate family. I didn’t stumble into the living room early that morning to watch the macy’s day parade with my 4 youngest siblings, I didn’t hear my mom’s voice travel through the house yelling for me help her and Megan in the kitchen and I didn’t sit down with my dad and Aaron to watch the dallas cowboys crush their opponent. This year I …
a few weeks ago Melissa, Sheehan, Andrew and I all slept outside with the homeless at The Open Door Community, an intention community that seeks to love the poor and oppressed people of this world. Sleeping outside with the homeless was in fact one of the more difficult things that I’ve done, yet one of the most eye-opening, rewarding things I’ve done as well. I spent only one night enduring what many people do every single night; the cold earth …
welcome to hotlanta.English avenue, or “the bluff,” as locals call it, is where I reside. It’s not like any neighborhood I’ve ever lived in, and like anything else in life, there are both pros and cons. I realize that “everyone is friendly in texas.” But friendly in texas still hasn’t matched up to the friendly here in Georgia. I’ve yet to walk by someone who doesn’t say hello. Co-ed team. Thank God I’m not on an amazon team. [though I …
It is approximately 4:50 AM [central] and so I suppose I now have 6 days before I fly into ATL. Don’t let my blog titles confuse you, they are most likely random words that I’ve thrown together to sound intriguing, or maybe song titles, or even lyrics that may mean something to me. So, I have been 20 years old for several hours now, and I know you all wanted to know that, right? Okay, maybe not. Though it seems …
Hmm, I am the oldest of seven children. (All of who were adopted, I being included, except for one) I haven’t always enjoyed being in such a large family, but God has changed my heart so much by being a part of one. And okay, I kinda like it, a lot. As of January of this year, I was about to begin my second semester of my sophomore year at Stephen F. Austin State University. I dropped all my classes …
Hmm, I am the oldest of seven children. (All of who were adopted, I being included, except for one) I haven’t always enjoyed being in such a large family, but God has changed my heart so much by being a part of one. And okay, I kinda like it, a lot. As of January of this year, I was about to begin my second semester of my sophomore year at Stephen F. Austin State University. I dropped all my classes …
