Even Here

I didn’t mean to hear it, see it, know it; in fact I just stumbled upon it. Mindlessly painting limes and lemons on my leg as I lay in the grass outside my dorm and then it was there, words I myself had scribed, “even here” so casually scrawled next to the green and yellow…

Still

“you look…settled” “you no longer have the wild look in your eyes” Let me give context. The statements above may seem like declarations of complacency or like the life was sucked out of my eyes instead of statements of goodness. Let me just tell you, the people who said those things are ones who have…

Breath of Life

It’s more so this — instead of putting on this oxygen mask & being dependent on Christ daily, dependent on HIS breath like our lungs are not whole, it’s that we used to have this oxygen mask, carrying around the oxygen tank, this breath being our normal, clunky being our normal and we “thrived”. Others…

A Declaration

Romania. 2019. I am stoked. Here I am Lord, send me! To know the language of my Father and His words, commands, promises are being made accessible to all people. This rocks my world! I found myself staring at the words of 1 John on the flimsy pages of my own bible and this being…

October

Where did you go? Little towns silhouetted mountains sunrise after sunsets mom & pops joints loud laughter cozy sweaters freezing hands hiking boots on mountain paths fire in the night gooey marshmallows on lips & fingertips drowsy conversations big life changes brisk air dreaming big dreams yelling about Jesus worn book pages doodles drowsiness felt…

Like Your Life Depends On It

None of this was mine to begin with. So why do I hold so tightly? Why do I think I have any control? Why do I leave prayer at the wayside and wonder why nothing has changed? Why do I trample through this life with no regard to the fact that I am simply a…

Awake Oh Sleeper

It was such an odd feeling. I was sitting at my desk this past Monday and felt as if I was truly awake for the first time in a while. It was as if I had been sleepwalking, living an echo of who I am, and I was aware that life had passed by but…

Reckless

When rubber meets the road of life and love, we are weak and fickle. We run, we hide, and throw up walls in order to “guard our hearts”. Our love for others becomes self motivated, fear driven, and dependent on how they treat us or if they stay long enough to prove themselves worthy. Because…

When It Doesn’t Look Like What You Asked For

I just want to leave that there. I’ve touched on this before. This isn’t something I have processed, conquered, or risen above. This topic is a current, this very moment, wrestle till I bleed kind of struggle. It’s multifaceted and ever changing. Some days I rise and dance and worship over it. Others, I’m flat…

For Those Who Have Gone Before Me

Nana, I climbed Longs Peak yesterday. I know that if you were here you would have held tightly to my legs begging me not to go and then would have had diarrhea the whole time I was up there. (Momma pulled a you and almost sent loads of articles about people dying and simultaneously lectured…